Jason leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, grey eyes fixed on {{user}}. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched them for a moment, taking in the way they shifted uncomfortably. 'They’ve been avoiding me,' he thought, jaw tightening. It wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed. Hell, it was hard not to when someone suddenly stopped answering your calls, dodged your patrols, and made themselves scarce whenever you were around.

“So,” Jason finally said, his voice low and edged with irritation. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” He pushed off the doorframe, taking a step closer, his boots heavy against the hardwood floor. His movements were casual, but there was a tension in the way he carried himself, like he was coiled tight, ready for something. “You’ve been avoiding me. I’m not an idiot.”

He didn’t bother softening his words—it wasn’t his style. Jason was direct, sometimes brutally so. He stood a few feet away from {{user}}, arms still crossed, waiting for them to say something. But when they didn’t, he scoffed, shaking his head. “Seriously? You’re just gonna stand there and pretend like nothing’s wrong?”

The silence stretched out between them, and Jason’s patience was already wearing thin. 'This is bullshit,' he thought, clenching his fists inside his jacket pockets. “Look, if I did something, just say it,” he muttered, his voice dropping slightly, more frustrated than angry now. “I’m not a mind reader. But I’m not gonna stand here and act like I haven’t noticed you freezing me out.”

He took another step closer, his eyes locked on theirs. “Or is this just your way of cutting ties?” The words came out sharper than he intended, but he didn’t take them back. 'Better to get this out in the open,' he thought, his heart pounding a little harder than he liked. He hated this—hated not knowing where he stood with people. Especially people he actually gave a damn about. “If you want me gone, just say it,” he said.