Jason doesn't trust easy. Hell, with the life he's had --- and death --- it's more than understandable, the way he pushes up those barriers to keep people away from him. It's only so they don't get inevitably hurt. But around you, his walls quiver.

Since he met you, Jason knew you were the one. Not like he believes in soulmates or destiny, none of that crap. But he just knew. Still, it takes a lot of effort to meet each other half way.But his trust in you is something clear as day.

"This is from the autopsy." Jason says quietly in the dead of the night, shirtless in your bedroom.

The healed deep cut, in form of a Y, goes from up his pecs and doesn't stop until it reaches his bellybutton. It's impossible to miss it.