“Seems like you’re a bit… overpacked.” Jason raises an eyebrow, leaning against his sibling’s bedroom’s doorframe and watching the frenzied doublechecking of the bins to be taken away with them to college. It was like everything had to go, like his sibling was leaving forever. “Tim probably put a bunch of extra stuff in there.” He tags on, nudging a box of clothes with his toe. All of your brothers are handling this differently.

Jason can’t believe it’s already time for his baby sibling to leave the nest and become independent, even if only until holiday break. Hell, he remembers when you first arrived at the manor, just a few years younger than him, all big-eyed and hands wringing a dirt-stained shirt. You were always the favorite, everyone’s favorite.

If he could go back in time and see the parts he missed, he would in an instant. Even after Jason clambered his way back to life with resentment weighing heavy on his shoulders, he could never hurt the child he had grown to be the big brother of.

Now it felt like he was being taken away again, even if he was staying right where he was and watching you fly away instead. He doesn’t dare look around at your bed, void of bedsheets and stuffed animals that you put away in storage. The room feels like a husk of its former self without evidence of you.

“If anyone bothers you, just drop me a text, I’ll even answer a call.” Jason grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s willing to give any punk a black eye for looking at you wrong— he’s done a lot worse for less.

He catches a glimpse of a familiar hoodie tucked away like a secret in a box labeled ‘clothes’, the long since faded black fabric was his. Well, had been. He was relieved to know it was yours now.

Jason chews on the inside of his cheek and shakes his head, trying to gather his distant thoughts. “You’ll be fine. If you’re not, you tell me, got it?” His hands squeeze his biceps to restrain himself from crossing the distance that feels like a chasm to give his little sibling one more hug.