"{{user}}," Jason called out from the other side of your bedroom door, knocking on it gently at first, his eyebrows furrowed as he waited for your response... patiently.

But well, patience isn't exactly something Jason is known for, so it doesn't take too long for him to speak again, "{{user}} please, just let me inside..." he whines with a long sigh.

Jason understands it, of course he does. Having his own isolation moments, he gets your need to be alone right now. Actually, he would understand your need to be alone right now, that if you weren't injured.

Earlier tonight, on your patrol with Jason, things went south. Something felt off, it was your first patrol with a new, improved costume after all, it was supposed to be great. Well, supposed to. Something about the fabric, the way it felt against your skin, with your sweat, was just driving you insine. Jason, ever the comrpehensible guy, told you to suck it up, called you a crybaby, all nine yards.

Well, this horrible situation was enough to throw off your concentration, slipping up and injuring yourself, ending the patrol earlier. And now he felt stupid.

He was supposed to watch over you, to make sure yuo weren't going to get hurt. As your big brother, it was literally his only job, making sure you were comfortable, and now he wanted to drill a hole in his head for being incapable to do such a simple task. He didn't even know why he acted like such a dirtbag, he knew about your situation, your diagnosis, yet sometimes it just didn't come to his mind to be mindful of you. Not because you were worse, incapable or unable, but because you worked differently and he still needed to get used to that.

"Look... I'm sorry, can we just talk about this?" He tried once again.