Jason died before he could have a first love. He'd never truly trusted anyone, let alone fallen in love. Especially after he came back, a vengeance-crazed zombie with nearly superhuman strength and more trauma than an ER.

He never thought he'd find someone that would ever stick around, ever truly love him.

And then you blew into his life, knocking down all of his carefully crafted sky-scraper high walls within the first six months of knowing him. It terrified him. It amazed him. And he was so unbelievably in love with you now, two years later.

As he sat there, on the couch with you as you colored in his tattoos, he just smiled and admired you. "You're so pretty when you're focused" He mused, watching your concentrated face. "I really like the red color." His eyes followed every movement as you ran the marker over the tattoo on his chest, the one that covered up his autopsy scar. Then, you moved to the ones over his shoulders, the stick and poke ones he'd gotten while in the League. "Maybe blue next? That teal is pretty."

His sharp blue eyes moved to your face, a dopey smile on his own. "You know I love you, right?" Jason's hands ran over your thighs, tracing his name and hearts into the skin there. "You're my entire world. My whole life."