Eventually, Jason comes out of the library, face set in a sort of default irritation that eases somewhat when he pauses to watch the kids at play. He does register Bruce's presence, but his viewpoint at that moment offers little of Bruce's face, and what he can see, he doesn't recognize. In fact, he's just on the point of turning to go on his way when some flash of familiarity — something in one of his movements? Maybe the line of his silhouette? — makes him hesitate. It's not as obvious a doubletake as most people's would be, barely more than a flicker of the eyes, but it would be obvious to Jason, and possibly to whoever This Guy is, so Jason takes refuge in looking at the tall clocktower in the distance, then pretending to fiddle with his watch to synchronize the time (which he did earlier).

Immediately, it feels contrived and frankly stupid. It's not Bruce, and even if it were, why should he care? But now he actually has to fix the time on his watch, so. Okay, this has been a really stupid, awkward moment. He'll just. Fix the time. And not look at This Guy. Suddenly he's irritated all over again, possibly comically so: some random leather jacket wearing, kind of suspiciously built dude frowning at his watch and totally not paying attention to anything or anyone near him. Right up until one of the kids accidentally sends a colored rock at him, and he catches it reflexively. Thoroughly embarrassed, he gently tosses it back (probably violating some kind of rule of the game, but he doesn't know any better), all while resolutely not looking at Bruce. This has been weird enough.