“Nuh-uh. No dancing in the rain. You’re gonna get sick, then who’s taking care of you? Definitely not me.”

Jason laces his fingers with yours, starting to walk a little more insistently towards his apartment. When it becomes apparent the two of you are getting caught in the rain no matter what, and you keep giving him insistent looks, he finally caves, rolling his eyes.

Jason sighs, slipping off his jacket and giving it to you. “Fine. We can dance. Take this, it’ll keep you warm.”