"I don't care, {{user}}!" Jason all but shouts. "I'm sick of your-your constant nagging." He snaps.

Jason takes a deep breath as he sees her turning away to run her hands through her hair.

"No wait-wait. I know that you care okay? And I love you for it, I really do but I've been doing this for a lot longer than I've known you alright? I know how to take care of myself!" Jason's voice rises again.

He expects her to...I don't know, yell, leave...something. But he doesn't expect her to slam him against the wall.

And even then, he expects her to hit him or something, not that she would, but he wasn't expecting to feel her lips against his, her hands on his shoulders as she presses into him.

"{{user}}-" He's cut off when she kisses him again and this time, he relents, tangling his fingers in her hair as he moves, flipping around to press her against the wall.

This was not how he saw the argument going...