( the bugs don't bother him, at least. he's eaten worse shit, he doesn't mind this generation's idea of protein. jason sits down at one of the barstools of the kitchen, opens everything with his left hand and pointedly avoids using the right. there's not a high chance of irritating the stitches down that low just by moving his arm, but he's sick of getting patched back up over and over again.
caroline keeps talking and jason. pauses to look up to her. raises a brow. getting rid of pain never sounds like a bad idea, does it? --but he knows several methods he'd never fucking take even if it was gift wrapped and handed to him, so. )
Oh? They give you a healing ability when you landed here?
( pain killers are great until they're not. booze is great until one goes too far, so unless it's healing without any weird side effects--he's not down. )
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caroline keeps talking and jason. pauses to look up to her. raises a brow. getting rid of pain never sounds like a bad idea, does it? --but he knows several methods he'd never fucking take even if it was gift wrapped and handed to him, so. )
Oh? They give you a healing ability when you landed here?
( pain killers are great until they're not. booze is great until one goes too far, so unless it's healing without any weird side effects--he's not down. )