Jason walked in with a pained look on his face, one that you never saw often.

The scar going down his lip was reopened and bleeding and he was roughed up for SURE.

He seemed upset, and he plopped himself onto your cabin bed while everyone else was outside. He was mumbling something under his breath

“Stupid ass bitches-” and then “mad I beat your ass..” oh jeez, he is upset.

You rested your hand on his shoulder, only for his hand to grab yours and bring it up to the golden hair on his head. He was bleeding, and denied going to the infirmary. You grabbed bandages from your bathroom and sat him between your legs (which was comical considering his height and shape)

He pouted and sulked, pulling back and flinching when you dabbed his wounds. He had thick skin, so it was funny to see him act like a little kid.

“It wasn’t even a fair match! I won and he got up and hit me when the timer went off and the win was announced to me.”

“want a lollipop?” you asked, he nodded and took it. With the lollipop still in his mouth he kept talking

You listened, or pretended to listen, you focused on his bandages.

“{{user}} are you even listening?”