[Please go search the crowd for someone else, Bruce. Like... perhaps a licensed therapist. Or maybe someone who actually wants to see him? That would be a superior idea. The best idea. The only idea he needs.
Alas, he does end up spotting one out of two of the Pygmalion's poorly chosen captains among the crowd. Jason's holding himself up passably well, really, hands shoved into his pockets to casually disguise the fact that he's absolutely sore everywhere. He has a proper eyepatch, though, which is good? Probably. Maybe. There is definitely something up with his right shoulder from the way he moves it, however, so. Uh. Good luck looking into that.
... He will actually need every bit of luck he needs, considering that Jason appears to already be talking to someone. A young lady, in fact. Elizabeth, if he would recognize her. They're standing far too close to each other, hands occasionally bumping together (but not quite moving away), and — yeah. Jason looks pretty comfortable with this. Go forth and be a judgmental white dad, Bruce.]
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Alas, he does end up spotting one out of two of the Pygmalion's poorly chosen captains among the crowd. Jason's holding himself up passably well, really, hands shoved into his pockets to casually disguise the fact that he's absolutely sore everywhere. He has a proper eyepatch, though, which is good? Probably. Maybe. There is definitely something up with his right shoulder from the way he moves it, however, so. Uh. Good luck looking into that.
... He will actually need every bit of luck he needs, considering that Jason appears to already be talking to someone. A young lady, in fact. Elizabeth, if he would recognize her. They're standing far too close to each other, hands occasionally bumping together (but not quite moving away), and — yeah. Jason looks pretty comfortable with this. Go forth and be a judgmental white dad, Bruce.]