What you were more than used to was when the living room window in your flat was very creaky and barely let Jason in. Crouching down to open the living room window was awkward because of his large figure: his fingers fumbled for the sill and cursed his size as he pushed it up.

What you're a little less used to is the sound of a man falling (and clearly still falling things plus more) followed by cursing

As a result, the swearing didn't stop. Only now they were already coming from Jason while you were treating all the wounds and bruises that covered Jason's body.

You were more than accustomed to it, too, as if you'd become more like a nurse in the long time you'd been with him. After all, you were the only one he could trust with all this.