[oh, why does that make his breath catch? he somehow manages stifling the gasp, swallows around the sudden dryness in his throat then he exhales a slow, measured breath, ignoring the goosebumps rising on his skin despite how warm he is. the way dick says babe certainly isn't helping matters any.]

You're the only other person I know, remember? [there's an obvious confidence in his words, something that falters for a split second at dick's suggestion. does he have jason wrapped around his finger? considering how sizhui need only use his words most times, many people would say so, but he's unaware of the actual power he holds.] Yes, [he agrees, barely above a whisper.] It would seem that I do. Jason listens earnestly to me, doesn't he?