"F'cking hell.." Jason murmurs, looking at his phone in between his hands wishing it was your hand instead. His flustered face only making him realize the answer to that question in his head. "Do I like her?" "Yeah, especially.."

He knows he's messing up, how can you still like him when he's so closed up? Why haven't you given up after he barely answers your texts? Netherless, he finds his legs working before his brain does, driving to your house and desperate knocking on your door. What the hell is he even doing?