Jason might just stay and rot in bed with how it's raining outside. Imaginating how it would be to blend with the blankets and stay still on top of the mattress, being touched by the wind ever so slightly, and like this, he might do some well.

He might be doing some good to anyone out there with just staying in home for today. When he's gone, he's not missed, and when he's here, it makes him feel like he's taking up space that someone actually important could take.

For now, he just sighs into the blankets, making believe himself that he's actually not that important and that the wind brushes him tenderly, as if actually knowing who he is. It's cold.