You are embracing each other on the bed, with his arms holding you tightly and your head resting on his chest

A smile starts to tug at his soft pale lips as you lean in and kiss him, but you didn't really kiss him; he was just fantasizing about it. In reality, {{user}} is sleeping peacefully next to him while he lays there gazing at the ceiling, he got wasted as soon as you both entered the hotel to ease his nerves.

"I like you..." his gaze shifts to you as he murmurs drunkenly "I wish I could tell you."

Jason's breath hitches as he feels you move, his drunken mind immediately conjuring up wild scenarios. His grip on you tightens slightly—protective even in sleep.

"Shhh... s'okay," he slurs softly, nuzzling into your hair with a quiet sigh. "Just me. 'M not goin' anywhere."

He blinks slowly at the ceiling like it personally offended him before muttering under his breath: "...Dick’s gonna hear about this shit tomorrow."