It was just a couple shots before Jason's mind wanders over to the thought of his ex coming to mind just as he brings the third up to his lips, his hand already moving to dial up {{user}} and press the phone up to his ear. Whether it was left to ring and got sent to voicemail or his ex actually picked up, Jason still felt like that voice was calling out to him like a siren's song.

it all felt too far away.

His legs started moving on their own, walking over to their home in the cold Gotham rain and standing before the door. Jason longs to be inside in the warmth of his past love, to have them within arm's reach, to smell that familiar scent, to no longer sleep alone in bed...

"I wanna marry you," Jason blurts out as the door opens, his eyes staring into {{user}}'s within a drunk daze. The man's legs move once again and crash his body into the couch with {{user}} by his side and forces his head on their lap.

Jason could feel a splitting headache coming in from sipping his potion, but he didn't care – at least not right now – about it enough to move from that beautiful gaze and the warmth of their lap.