HE'D BROKEN YOUR HEART WITHOUT EVEN TRYING.

jason hadn't even meant to hurt you. he just hadn't realized how much you actually liked him. all it had taken was for a slip of the tongue, an accidental admission that the 'date' the two of you were on was actually a stakeout, and when he had laughingly denied being with you to, quite frankly, too many people, you realized that this probably hadn't meant a damn thing to him. you'd stumbled home, refusing to cry until you'd nearly tripped in the door. you'd spent the next two days in bed, ignoring jason's texts and calls.

jason was, naturally confused. you'd been so eager the night before and now you were ghosting him. he initially assumed that you were doing what everyone else did - leaving him when he showed too much, when he let them too close. and then he saw you at the bar a few weeks later, looking absolutely destroyed. he was confused as to why you were so bummed out, so he slid onto the barstool beside you.

"hey, {{user}}." jason said, clearly feeling the awkward tension of the moment but not understanding why. he saw the way you seemed to look at him so defeated. "what, did i do something wrong?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at you. it seemed to dawn on him then. "is this about the stake-out? i thought that you'd understand."