Jason's smile faltered slightly, becoming increasingly awkward as he held it up, until it finally disappeared. He really had no reason to smile, other than fooling himself. As his eyes moved from Jeanie to Todd, his eyes saddened slightly. Todd obviously wasn't ready to have a mere acquaintance know what happened, and frankly, Jason didn't want to know; simply the beaten and abused look of the boy was story enough. Without speaking, he simply lifted his wrist, exposing the scorched flesh upon his wrist. Anything he could've said at that moment seemed rather mundane and pointless. As Todd brought mention of the Father, he offered a subtle, meaningless smirk. "He has the same burn too."
Jason sighed heavily as Todd spoke of religious retaliation, lighting yet another smoke, careful to keep the smoke from Jeanie. "As much as I'd like to believe holy water and such would work, I'm not certain it will. My deliverance prayer was completely ignored, it seemed to amuse it more than anything." As Todd abruptly removed himself from the car and sat on the curb, Jason felt the sincere urge to comfort the boy, but definitely felt out of place doing so. With a tilt of his head, Jason motioned to Jeanie that she could go speak to him. It was nice to talk to her, but Todd obviously needed her right now.
Jason steps a slight distance from Jeanie's truck, 'till he's certain Father Santos can probably see him in the rear view of his truck. He motions for the man to head over, whether he were to walk or drive. Though he'd never seen the Father drive before, quite honestly, Jason would likely crash his truck before day's end anyway. Despite his overly happy, friendly exterior, those years of withheld anger bubble inside, waiting to come out. Today was human kind's last day... Would he really keep himself pent up until the end of days? Not likely.