"I mean, do you like them?" 

Jason feels awkward holding the bouquet of roses in his hands. The thing was huge, hundreds of flowers nearly toppling him over. He held them out for you.

His eyes were on the floor, "We don't even have to talk if you don't want to. Just- just take them."

This was the closest thing you were going to get to an apology from him. The past few weeks had been rough on him, and he was dumb enough to take that anger out on you. Yelling, shouting, insults he could never truly mean in a million years, all of it lead to you packing your bags and leaving his apartment. Dick told him to apologize. Was this good enough? All he knew was that he couldn't spend another morning without waking up next to you.