( - he cracks. the pinched scowl gives way into a small grin as he laughs. it's short-lived, but there enough to count. the knife lowers, but only as jason moves to get himself up to his feet. there's the whisper, the she may not be alone or the this is a trap, watch yourself that's been beaten into his skull enough times to stick, and it's loud enough he's not lowering his guard like an idiot, but he does turn the knife over in his hand, points the blade down, and raises it to put it back into the sheath tucked into his jacket.
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it's fine.
he has a good dozen more where that came from. )
Sure are short, for a ghost.