“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Jason lies. Poorly, at that. It’s not that he’s a bad liar, but there’s a stand wound on his side and he’s barely able to move. “I’ll handle it myself.”

He doesn’t know why you’re so insistent with cleaning up every single scrape and bruise on him. You’re just his teammate. You've both been Titans for a while, but it's not like you're "best mates" or anything.