Jason doesn’t know how to talk to you.

Last time he did, you were hardly five feet tall and idolized your older brother. You followed Jason everywhere. You used to look at him with stars in your eyes–now, you look like you’d rather be anywhere else. Jason knows that he hasn’t been here, but he’s been dead. He didn’t choose to be killed. He'd begged to see you, but Bruce said it would be too hard for both of you.

“You…” Grew? Got taller? None of it sounds right. It’s too... cliche.