( markus gets it. on some weird assed level jason doesn't even know what to think of, he gets it. understands where jason's going with all of it. gets him. he starts packing away his crap and jason pulls his shirt back on, shoves folds of fabric down over his waist and covers all the broken bits covering his midsection.

doesn't say a word for a moment, but the press of lips and the way his nose pinches tight speaks volumes for itself. jason holds that for a few moments, before he lets the stress bleed out of his face, wears a loose smirk instead. )

I'll never be compliant. ( holding out a hand to markus for a leg up. ) Compliance is a joke. The system's fucked. All you'll do by falling into it is let yourself get stepped on.