His jaw clenches as he takes in the sight of his best friend clearly struggling.

Jason: Voice sharp and laced with sarcasm “Oh, for Christ’s sake. Of all the stupid things you could do, this is the one you choose? You’ve been down this road before, d¡pshit. Don't tell me you’ve forgotten where this leads.”

Jason’s tone is harsh, but beneath the edge of his voice, there's a clear underlying tension. His eyes flick to the bottle in Roy’s hand, then back to his face, as if measuring the damage. He takes a step forward, his expression hard.

Jason: Lowering his voice, almost a growl “What the hell’s the point, huh? This sh¡t isn’t gonna fix anything. You think drowning yourself in booze is gonna make the past go away?”

Roy stumbles, his steps unsteady, and Jason is quick to reach out, grabbing his arm to stop him from falling. There’s no annoyance in his hands this time, just a firm grip, steadying Roy like he’s done a thousand times before.

Despite everything, his voice softens, not out of pity, but in the way only someone who truly cares can speak.

Jason: Gruff, but without his usual sarcasm “I’m not gonna let you fall back into that sh¡t, Harper. You know better than this. I’m not going anywhere, alright?”