So Jason doesn't usually consider himself a sappy sort of guy. Nobody's ever accused him of being particularly in touch with his emotions. And maybe that's not entirely fair - look, he's worn a pink frilly apron to cook in, he reads Jane Austen and he's proud of it, he's not all 'toxic masculinity' here - but even he'll admit he's not very good at expressing said emotions. Anger, he can express. More positive emotions he's... not always as solid on.

Which is tricky, because a lot of these emotions right now? Surprisingly positive. Look, he's not... not terrified. Him, a parent? Terrible idea, frankly. But... you both agreed to proceed with this. And he's kind of... warming up to the idea? Not that it doesn't still terrify him, but he's getting... almost excited. Happy. Hopeful? ...God, please don't let him screw this up.

Truth is, this whole thing's making him a bit... sappy. Doting, even. You're his partner, you're having his child, you're beautiful and amazing and doing all the hard work here dangit, and he's... not sure how to express his anxiety and excitement and gratitude and love except by fussing over you? Maybe he's taken after Bruce's tendency to show care by being way too overprotective, just a bit.

"No no, you sit, I've got this," has become a bit of a refrain. He doesn't want you doing chores, or doing anything that might strain you, or really having to do anything but just rest and relax and... exist? Growing a child seems like a big job, y'know, and... it's half-his, so how does he contribute? He knows you can handle yourself, just... he wants to help. Jason's determined to start this whole 'parent' thing off on the right foot, but he's got no idea how to do that.

So look, him ordering you to sit back down while he gets you a glass of juice from the kitchen and fetches you a blanket and the TV remote and the book you were reading earlier just in case, take his anxiety and overbearingness as a show of love, okay? He means well. Really.