Out of all of the things Jason had expected to end his relationship with {{user}}, it sure as hell wasn’t this.

He thought it’d be his inability to truly be vulnerable with them, or maybe the way he was gone all the time.

And in a way he supposed it was.

He would of much preferred if {{user}} had yelled and gotten mad at him, an angry outburst that ended with him leaving or {{user}} ending things with him.

But this was so, so much worse.

It started when Jason realized {{user}} was acting more withdrawn, less affectionate when he’d come home from patrol or a mission with Roy. Then he found that damn shirt, a shirt that wasn’t his in their bedroom, and everything just clicked.

Jason’s eyes were cold and his body felt numb. He could feel their hands holding his and the soft pleas for forgiveness leaving their lips but Jason couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge them.