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Jason sat curled up in the corner of the playset, head still resting on his knees. He'd barely moved since the evening before, having been unable to sleep because of the nightmares. He knew the others were checking up on him, they kept the backdoor open and one of them came out to check on him every half hour or so.

Even Sin had been roped into 'Jason Watch'.

Betsy had called him several times, but he ignored the call, letting it go to voicemail each time. He knew she was upset with him after last night's session, but he wasn't doing what she wanted. Not now, maybe not ever.

Pard House:

Jason is outside on the porch, walking slowly around the house, phone to his ear. He's stolen one of Gabe's cigarettes, but isn't really smoking it, just letting it burn as he walks.

"I'm not going to do anything, Gabe's home."

Sidesteps Ella's walker thing.

"I have at least five pairs of eyes on me at all times. Six if you include Scud keeping an eye on me when I'm outside."

He flips off the leopard as he walks past the garage door, sticking his tongue out at Scud.

"I'm better off here, with my pard than locked up in some cold, barren room in a hospital."

Ashes the cigarette in the grill, glancing towards the window to see if anyone saw him do that.

"No, I'm not doing any of that. I'm not allowed near sharp objects, Sin took over cooking. Hell, they're making me drink out of plastic cups. I'll be surprised if I get a fork at dinner."

Kicks a ball into the yard, watching it roll under a bush. He'll have to grab that later.

"No, at night I'm with Gabe and Scud, no sleeping alone. And yes he knows, I had a mini breakdown when he came home."

Sighs and shakes his head, pushing another car against the door. Six rounds of the house in this conversation.

"Yes, I'll think about the treatments, but only the natural stuff. I'm not taking any of that toxic shit the drug companies dish out."

Growls softly, trying not to scream.

"Yes, Betsy. I'll discuss them with Gabe as well. You can call in the morning and ask him. Can I go now?"

Nodding, wanting this conversation to be over so he could curl up with Gabe.

"Yes, yes. I'll call you as soon as I wake up. And I promise the next appointment will be in your office, not over the phone. Later."

Disconnects the call, setting the phone on the window sill as he sits on the porch.