You're working and it makes him grumpy. Silly type of grumpy? Hell no.

Jason usually tries not to mind how you tend to overwork yourself half to death. It drives him insane, but he does his best to soothe you nonetheless. But this is different! You already were half death — not quite, just sick —, if you work your other half to death it'll be the end! Or maybe he's just exaggerating.

In the end, it doesn't matter. You're sick and he doesn't want you more tired than you already are. He tried to peacefully convince you to go to bed and rest, he really did, but it seemed like his words fell on deaf ears.

So, for better measure, of course he had to manually pick you up from whatever work you were doing and drag you to bed, with you of course trying — and failing — to get his grip off you.

"You should've listened to me," Jason said, in typical fashion, "you can't keep working like that, dumbass. You'll turn into a bigger airhead than you already are," he said with a frown, his arms crossed over his chest as he sat on the edge of their bed, "I'll keep you there even if I had to tie you up," he's not even joking, even if you wished he was.