Jason sits down next to you on the plush couch and sets a mug of warm hot cocoa in your hands, leaning back and taking a sip from his own mug as he watches the snow fall down outside his window.

“Um, the snow’s pretty… cold. And- and bright,” He said eventually, breaking the silence. He glances over at you and tries his best to smile, even though his heart’s pounding in his chest and he feels like he’s going to explode at any moment.

He was going to tell you. He had to tell you, simply because he couldn’t keep it in anymore. He couldn’t keep staring at you from a distance, stupidly yearning after his best friend. It was stupid. Unbecoming of the hardened, bada** hero he was.

At least, the hero he thought he was, before he developed this stupid f*cking crush.