Dick hummed as he washes dishes at the sink, idly scrubbing as Jason sat at the kitchen table kicking his feet back and forth.

Jason had been coming over a lot more recently.

J̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ w̶a̶s̶ g̶o̶n̶e̶.

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Jason was right here, sitting at the table, Dick couldn't remember exactly how the two had started getting along after Jason took his place, but it didn't really matter, because they were getting along, and that was all that mattered.

T̶h̶e̶y̶ h̶a̶d̶n̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ h̶a̶d̶ n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ g̶o̶t̶t̶e̶n̶ a̶l̶o̶n̶g̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ J̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ w̶a̶s̶ a̶l̶i̶v̶e̶.

And for some reason Dick just couldn't get this stupid voice out of his head, that kept telling him to listen to it, they kept saying that something was wrong about this, because Jason wasn't here anymore, he couldn't be.

And yet there he was.

Dick would take his chances at believing it.