“He’s gone,” Jason said, “People come and go all the time, Dick. He spread out so dramatically that Dick was afraid that he was going to slide out the wooden chair. “Honestly,” Dick continued once he cleared his mouth, “Nothing seems that serious anymore since Terry left.” “It’s just not that serious,” the boy said, his mouth puffed up with milk and soggy cereal. He cradled his cereal to his chest, eating it just so Jason wouldn’t spill it. “We got to have each other’s back,” he said. Forget Dick not eating it Jason was going to spill it all over the floor. “Seriously, Birdie,” he said as he kicked his feet out and crossed them at the ankle, “If you got any problems, you can tell me.” He nudged Dick, causing Dick’s Captain Crunch to tousle dangerously in its bowl.
He almost spilt Dick’s cereal, but the youngest was fast enough to pull it out of the way.
“Or,” Jason commented, “You can just eat your cereal before it turns into mush.” The teen leaned back against the table, spreading his long arms along it. “Maybe I should’ve eaten eggs instead,” he mumbled, “You can always heat up old eggs.” He nearly gagged when the fruity puff ball instantly dissolved in his mouth. “It doesn’t matter,” Dick said, “It’s actually kinda silly.” He paused to finally scoop the cereal into his mouth.
Jason cracked a smile at the mentioning of his old foster mother. Something’s better be wrong with you.”ĭick chuckled then. “Dude,” Jason pressed, “You’re wasting food. Dick shrugged, pulling his spoon from his bowl to watch the milk drip from it. “What’s eating at you,” he asked as he sat.
The older brother dragged one of kitchen chairs closer to Dick and flopped unceremoniously into it. “Birdie?” Dick looked up from his milky reflection to see Jason standing over him. He hated soggy cereal, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat it. The boy sighed, stirring it absentmindedly.