[He swipes half-heartedly at Jason for the presumption, but with how wide the swing is and how quickly he settles down afterward, he either doesn't mind or doesn't want to risk the wrath of an adult by actually landing a blow. One of these is more likely than the other.]

No, I haven't seen him. I just, fuck, what is it with fucking clowns?! They never die and they, all they ever do is hurt people, like it's fucking funny to string them along and then betray them, like—

[He breaks off, clutching unconsciously at the front of his coat, just above where his sign lies hidden. His expression is pained, but he's visibly fighting to regain control of it because wow does Jason not need to hear all this. Or see it. Ever.]