Jason didn't have many people. He didn't keep many people around. He wasn't good at that, at cultivating and evolving his bonds. If anyone wanted to keep him around, it was their trouble, their choice, and that almost never happened -- who would wanna go through all of that turbulence.

That's why he didn't understand why you stuck around. Keeping him company while he worked, tidying up his place while he napped, cooking meals and baking for him when you were bored, buying him gifts. He didn't get it. Why would you bother so much?

This time, you offered to brush his hair after he showered, and even if confused in why would you even want to do that, he let you.

"I don't know why you do all of this." He murmured quietly, his voice almost in a velvety tone. All the care made him sleepy, your presence meant he was safe, and that meant he could give in to the constant tiredness.