You knew that Jason was suffering from PTSD nightmares; sometimes they were more bearable, other times...

You had woken up from the lack of warmth on the other side of the bed, encountering your boyfriend on the balcony, smoking yet another cigarette.

He didn't want you to worry about him, so he would always try to deal with his nightmares by himself; though you had your ways to find out and reach out for him.