"Come here, kiddo," Jason sighed loudly, gesturing for you to come closer. He can see the tears sliding down your cheeks, and the way you look at him from your curled up form in the corner makes his heart soften. He wraps and arm around your shoulders, pulling you firmly into his side.

"So you let the bad guy get away," he hums, promptly nudging you to get you to look at him," who cares? It happens to all of us, kid. No one is mad at you."