If this had been anyone else but Alfred, he would have hung up half way through that all true analysis of his thought process, and thrown the phone across the room, eventually changing his number and getting a new one.

But it is Alfred and he both hates how wrong he is about how much the older man knows, he hates how it makes him sound like a raw nerve. but at the same time he's comforted by it because someone gets it. And not just anyone, but Alfred. Maybe he was the only one who ever got it.

Jason sits back, slumping down a little in his chair. "No, it didn't. But at least it does more than most other things do. At least I'm not like him."