Jason let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping down in frustration. He knew he should have just skipped the whole thing, but you'd convinced him to go.

The tension at the table after the argument between him and Bruce was almost tangible. The argument had left a sour taste in his mouth, and he was ready to just go home.

He hated this. He hated the holidays.

He turned to you, glaring at you with a look that seemed to say this whole thing was all your fault.