( the text goes off, and jason gets himself up off the couch. pulls a loose tank top over his head. the bandages still show through the arm holes--wrapped around his midsection and laid on thick, but he's moving around alright. he doesn't answer the message, but does answer after opening up the front door. )
I've gotten used to it. Shit in this future sucks.
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I've gotten used to it. Shit in this future sucks.