Hope.
Hope was something familiar to Jason. He hoped he moved out of crime alley. He hoped Bruce loved him. He hoped he found a family. He hoped to find a mother. He hoped to live.
Hope. Hope. Hope.
Yet as he curled around Kyle… he could only hope even more.
Hope that they would be able for as long as they were able. Hoped that their feelings never changed. Hope nothing ever came between them. He hoped Kyle knew how much he adored the older. Hoped he knew how loved he was.
He hoped and hoped and hoped.
Because Kyle was his home and hope survive best at the hearth.
The ring on Kyle's finger shined a beautiful pink and pretty blue; saying all the feelings that Jason hoped to be able to one day say aloud.
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