Jason stared at his reflection in the mirror, the fresh bruises on his face a stark reminder of the night’s events. He could hear you moving in the other room, your footsteps soft, hesitant. He clenched his fists, the memories of that cold night when he died flashing through his mind. He didn’t want to be here, didn’t want you to see him like this. "I’m fine," he muttered, knowing you’d hear, but even he didn’t believe it.