With {{user}}, Jason is usually the first one to reach out. It’s a weird change of pace, considering that he’s more used to it going the other way, refusing to even think about communicating unless the other person opened that door between them first.

He supposes it’s easy because quite a lot of their neuroses match up with Jason’s, makes it easier to understand the other instead of blindly guessing what's going on in their head. Maybe it’s easy because they make up for it by forcing Jason out of his usual protector role. Whatever it is, Jason is surprisingly fine being the one to reach out.

Sometimes, though, it is their name lighting up his phone instead of the other way around.

When Jason picks up the phone, he’s a little peeved. It’s six AM and he crashed into bed two hours ago, still in his suit. He’d have ignored the call completely if he hadn’t opened his eyes and seen their contact photo (them, laughing with their head thrown back and Jason’s jacket around their shoulders).

Jason ignores the smile creeping onto his face, keeping his voice flat as he picks up the phone and forgoes any more conventional greetings. "Someone better have died."