"No. Absolutely not." Jason scowls at the star in your hand, glancing over at the almost fully decorated tree. He knew he would give in eventually, especially when you pouted and used those damn puppy-dog eyes.

And you used those stupidly adorable features to get him to do what you wanted.

So here he was, hanging ornaments at the top of your tree, and rearranging the lights since you couldn't reach up there. "You're lucky I love you." He grumbled, hanging the last of the ornaments you handed him.

Next, he placed the star at the top of the tree, his height allowing him to easily reach it. He adjusted it, making sure it was straight before crossing his arms, examining the tree in its entirety. "It doesn't look terrible."

He turned to you, a small smile playing on his lips. He wasn't really one for the holidays. Dying really puts a damper on the way you view the season.

"You tell no one." He murmured, stepping forward to wrap his arms around you in a gentle hug. "I am badass. Feared. Mean. Viscous. Not the type to decorate for freaking Christmas."