“Times like this make me wish I was still dead.” Jason groaned, nibbling on the end of his black biro pen. He then stops, remembering the time his pen exploded in his mouth. “Oops..” He mumbled.

Jason and you have been best friends since before you could remember. It’s always been you and him. And it’s still you and him while you both go through the torture that’s known as studying.

“Maybe I’ll go ask Joker with a crowbar in hand to kill me again.” He joked, though he could see that the joke didn’t land how he wanted it to. “Bad joke.” He cleared his throat.