[ Jason spent that time making coffee and working on sobering up with a quick shower, he had to work in a couple hours. He was an old hand at making himself look put together when he was falling apart. So when Dick called back he sat the cup aside, and did indeed sound less slurring.]

Poor smoke break dude.

Jason sighed some. ]

Fuck this place, he couldn't have just... why would he do that?

[ He leans against the counter. Thinking about the fact he skipped Tim's funeral. In a way it gives him a bit of hope, maybe Timbers was gonna cheat death like they all do. But if Tim faked it like Dick had done in his time... boy he'd raise ten kinds of hell. ]

Do you want me to come over, to help you tell Little D, or how should we handle that?