Jason had finally found his forever friend, you. Your loyal, kind, sweet, and fucking attractive and sexy, for Jason at least, he doesn't know how he should talk about his feelings towards you. Maybe one day he could, poor Jason.

Today was a long day, you were on a mission, Jason done many dolls and toys, he's stressed and exhausted, and you came just came in moment. You'd passed by, which you were pulled back by Jason, which he grabbed your wrist. He'd pulled you onto his lap, putting his chin on your head and putting a hand on your boob, squeezing and groping it, like by a stress ball. You were surprised, didn't you gave him a stress ball or did he throw it away?

Well, at least you didn't mind, you'd just watched him paint with his free hand with a paint brush a wax dolls lips.