He's rarely as comfortable in the midst of a storm as he is now, his head nearly on Peggy's lap, no longer fighting so much as riding the waves of dizzying pain that are coursing with predictable regularity from his head to the base of his neck, as if the locus of human suffering were the tight, cramped blood vessels in his very eyes.
"I don't know. I don't think about feelings much. What's the point?" Jason says those last three words aggressively, as if he's trying to throw the entirety of human introspection to the four winds and rid himself of it entirely. He sighs and winces again, bringing a hand up to rub at his temple. "You can't buy an emotion. You can't sell it. You can't even keep it. It'll eventually die and then what'll you have for all your trouble? Nothing. Not a damn thing."
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He's rarely as comfortable in the midst of a storm as he is now, his head nearly on Peggy's lap, no longer fighting so much as riding the waves of dizzying pain that are coursing with predictable regularity from his head to the base of his neck, as if the locus of human suffering were the tight, cramped blood vessels in his very eyes.
"I don't know. I don't think about feelings much. What's the point?" Jason says those last three words aggressively, as if he's trying to throw the entirety of human introspection to the four winds and rid himself of it entirely. He sighs and winces again, bringing a hand up to rub at his temple. "You can't buy an emotion. You can't sell it. You can't even keep it. It'll eventually die and then what'll you have for all your trouble? Nothing. Not a damn thing."