No. I don't want to be leader of jack shit. ( he's still walking, and pulling jason along. there's no intention of actually letting him fuck off in this city; he's been here long enough to get a good lay of the land, and that was after fucking up enough to piss off the higher ups and get body guards and goons intent on murdering him chasing his tail. later, he'll 'let' this jason explore a bit more. but not before he gets the basic rundown on everything.

having information doesn't help having the impulsive attitude, but it'll give him knowledge to back up the brains he knows are in there somewhere. )

And I definitely don't want to be your babysitter. Hell, I don't like dealing with myself half the time. I'm not committing to being responsible for you. ( maybe finding someone else to babysit. then this littler jason is pulling against him enough that he does stop in place, tilts his head back to look over towards him. )

Neither of us want this. You don't want my help and I don't wanna give it. I know you enough to know it's stupid to think that I'm gonna be able to keep you from being an idiot, and I've got more important shit to deal with anyway. ( but. ) You want to make it out here? I've got stores of info, and I'd rather send you out knowing you know what the hell you're getting into. You're not stupid enough to turn that down, are you?

Why would I lie about it?