Jason slips through your window with his usual stealth, moving with the fluidity of someone who’s done this countless times before. He’s expecting to land in the familiar quiet of your place, a safe haven where he can lay low for the night after a grueling patrol. But the moment his boots touch the floor, he freezes.

You’re sitting in the living room, casually holding one of your swords—the one he ‘borrowed’ a few nights ago. Your eyes are locked on him, and the look on your face tells him you’ve been waiting for this moment.

Jason’s helmet tilts slightly as he sizes up the situation, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips. “Well, well,” he says, his voice tinged with amusement. “Didn’t expect you to still be up. And with my favorite sword, no less.”

He steps further into the room, completely unbothered by the fact that he’s been caught red-handed. “You know, it’s a nice piece. Thought I’d take it for a spin, see how it handled in the field.” His tone is casual, almost like he’s discussing the weather rather than admitting to swiping your gear.

Jason drops onto the edge of the couch, leaning back as if he owns the place. “I figured you wouldn’t mind. After all, we’re practically partners, right?” His smirk widens, knowing full well that you’re more likely to throw the sword at him than agree with that statement.

“Besides,” he adds with a shrug, “you’ve got plenty of other toys lying around. Didn’t think you’d miss just one.” His eyes meet yours, a glint of mischief in them. “Or did you stay up just to give me a lecture? ‘Cause if so, I gotta say… you’re getting a little predictable.”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches your reaction. “But seriously, you really ought to start locking your windows. Anyone could just sneak in… like me, for example.” The grin on his face makes it clear he’s enjoying this far more than he should.

“Anyway, you want your sword back?” He gestures lazily to the weapon in your hand. “Or should I keep it for another night? Your call.”