Anonymous asked: Jason/Roy. Turns out Roy is afraid of thunder storms.
I am so sorry this is months late.
Koriand’r tilted her head and leaned closer to the tv. “I do not understand this show. Why does Stacey feel bad for loving two men? They are both very pleasing to look at, it does not surprise me she has affections for both. And why is James upset she slept with Henry? It is just sex.”
Jason looked up from the gun he was cleaning, placing the clip on the towel-covered coffee table. “It’s a soap opera, Kory. It’s all about drama and petty jealousy.”
“But on Tamaran—”
“You know us humans don’t have the same conception about sex and love as your race.”
Kory frowned, but did not look away from the television. “And they are unhappier for it. It saddens me to see love handled this way.”
Jason just grunted in lieu of a response. He honestly couldn’t care less about some soap. Roy would take over for him; explain everything to Kory about bad tv so he could work in peace.
He stopped, because suddenly he realized how quiet it was. Where was Roy, anyways? Twisting to look around he saw him leaning against the window, watching something with increasing concern.
“Hey, Robin Hood. The damsel in distress needs help understanding why Mary is getting slut shamed and the step dad likes touching little boys.”
“Stacey,” Kory corrected, her expression very serious. “And the step dad is a murderer, not a pedophile, that is the neighbor.”
Jason threw his hands up. “I don’t even care! Isn’t this your division, Roy?”
Roy looked at him like he didn’t know what he was talking about, before nodding and giving a tight smile. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. It just…it looks like there’s going to be a thunder storm.”
“And?” Jason shot him a look as he went back to his guns. There were a couple beats of silence before Jason twisted around again, disbelief written all over his face. “No. Don’ tell me you are childish enough to still be scared of a bit of thunder and lightning.”
Roy stood at the window helplessly, mouth opening and closing rapidly, at a loss.
“Roy Harper. We deal with scary shit before breakfast most days, and you—”
Lightning flashed outside, followed closely by the boom of thunder, and Roy flinched.
Jason cocked an eyebrow, and Roy looked away.
“You are pathetic.”
But when Kory punched his shoulder, a whole lot harder than he was willing to admit, Jason huffed impatiently and patted the spot on the couch between them. Roy perked up and climbed over the back, stretching his feet into Kory’s lap and snuggling his head in Jason’s.
Jason fixed him with a very unamused look and Roy smiled innocently up at him.
“You little faker. Why am I not surprised?”
Roy smiled wider and made a show of getting more comfortable.
Kory hid a smile behind one orange hand.
Jason grumbled but set his cleaning rag down and settled back into the couch, leaning his head in his hand on the armrest and finger-combing through Roy’s hair with his other as he resigned himself to an evening of bad tv. “Alright, bring me up to speed. ”