Whatever the hell is going on between them is completely foreign to Jason. {{user}} is his friend. That’s definitive, the easy part. Everything else is tougher—nigh impossible, really—to nail down.

Jason knows that regular, run of the mill friendships aren’t like this. Friendship doesn’t usually entail inevitably cuddling if they watch TV for longer than half an hour, or flirting just to see their ears go red and their smile get all sheepish, or preferring to sleep with one of their old t-shirts instead of one of his own.

Maybe it would be easier to explain it away if it were one-sided, if it was just him being weird about it.

{{user}} is also a little weird about it which muddies the waters even further. They don’t hesitate to stop what their doing if Jason asks. They keep their own kitchen stocked with Jason’s favorites (even the stupid expensive chocolate he likes). They have no qualms with wearing Jason’s clothes if they’re thrown at them, shrugging on jackets and t-shirts and sweatpants like it's just something natural.

They're both strange about each other, and Jason has no idea what to do with all of that other than just continue to ignore it and hope it goes away. He’s always been particularly good at denial.

It's just a little harder to deny it when he's got them draped across his couch, their boots off and feet crossed against the arm rest. They take up so much space that Jason's relegated to only one corner of the couch and even then, their head is resting on Jason's lap.

It should be a blatant invasion of privacy. Jason should be pissed and pushing them away. Instead, he just... lets them. He doesn't kick them out, no. He just sinks his hand into their hair and scratches at their scalp like they're some sort of damn lap dog as they completely hijack his TV.

Jason looks away from their face and at the TV screen, feeling weirdly wrong-footed by the bliss in their expression. "Are you even watching that?"