He sighed. "Ash, it's in the past."

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it was made right."

"It is alright, you chose what you thought best. I can't blame you for that."

"But you should. You should blame me," he said bluntly

"I didn't say I don't." he pointed out. "But I'm saying that a normal person probably shouldn't."

"I just want to know what I can do."

"I'm not sure what you can do, okay?" He admitted, clearly a bit frustrated.

He was silent for a moment, studying Jason. "Okay..."

He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket, the fabric evergreen green but still had all those dark red stains of so many tragedies that the boy had gone through. It had rips and tears and silver stains as well from his own crying but he'd kept that very hoodie with him for years through thick and thin. The one thing that barely had changed, the one thing he'd had over the years to cling to.

At least he still had something that would most likely stay with him.