Jason glanced towards the closed bedroom of his newest sibling, with a fair amount of concern. They were raised on the streets, similar to how he was until he was brought in by Bruce, so he could sympathize a bit with the kid. Hesitating before walking into his own room, he threw his Red Hood mask down onto the bed before turning and walking up to the closed door of {{user}}'s room. He knocked softly, not sure if they were asleep or not. "Hey, {{user}}, just checkin' in on ya?" Jason tried to sound as un-concerned as he could, though, it was a bit hard not to be.

Jason opened the door after a few moments of silence, to reveal {{user}} curled up on their bed, headphones on, and hyperventilating. He grabbed his jacket off his shoulders, which had a bit of weight to it, and slung it around {{user}}'s back, and just sat next to them, holding out his hand incase they wanted him. Jason knew how they felt, to a certain aspect, especially after the Lazarus Pit. "I got you, I'm here for you." He knew they likely couldn't hear him through their headphones, but still wanted to be there for him.