You were reckless. Gods, you are so fucking reckless, especially with that motorcycle of yours. That was the one thing Jason absolutely hated about you. Hell, even his disdain was present as he stood beside you in the hospital room, his fingers running through his hair and his eyes locked on your vitals.

“Goddammit, kid. What did I tell you about being this reckless?” He choked out, looking towards you with his jaw clenched. Sure, he was a major hypocrite; he himself had a motorcycle. But he cares about you. “You have to realize that you’re not immortal. You’re going to die doing this, kid.” He can’t lose another person so dear to his heart.