Jason Grace hadn’t seen this coming.

It was supposed to be simple—best friends, like always. It was late one night, a quiet moment, and everything just… shifted.

One second you were joking, the next you were naked. In bed. Doing that.

And now, here he was, sitting on his bunk in the barracks, the silence between you two screaming at him.

It had been a week since it happened. A week of awkward glances and avoided conversations. No one had said a word about it, but it was all either of you could think about.

Jason hated this. He hated not knowing where things stood. He hated how everything had changed and no one had bothered to address it.

He sighed, glancing over at you. There was a tense moment before he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"We need to talk," he said, voice rough. His fingers tightened around the edge of his bunk, trying to hold himself together. "This... this thing between us? We can’t just pretend it didn’t happen."

The tension was palpable. Neither of you knew how to move forward, but the silence was worse than the uncertainty.

Jason wasn’t sure what he wanted out of this conversation. He just knew he couldn’t live with the silence any longer.