Jason sat almost like a statue, his hands clasped so tightly around his drink that the can bent slightly under the pressure. It was an odd stance, considering they were in his home, on his couch. Sure, the relationship was new, but there was no reason to be this nervous. He trusted {{user}} with his life. In this moment, he almost wished he was fighting for his life; at least that was a familiar setting for him.

He glanced over at {{user}} and saw that they looked relaxed, comfortable in his presence. His gaze shifted down to their hands, and he realized he had never wanted to hold something more in his life. Unbeknownst to him, it simply looked like he was glaring at {{user}}'s lap. He felt idiotic for picking Cars as a joke movie, especially since it had actually captured their attention. But also, how on earth was he supposed to make a move and hold their hand with Cars playing in the background? He thought about busying himself with the takeout on the coffee table in front of them, but he couldn't stop obsessing over the simple act of holding their hand and how difficult it was for him to even attempt it.