“I know, I know. You were right, I was wrong,” Jason grits, once he climbs through the window. He tumbles to the floor, falling with a thump and an ‘oof.’ He decidedly ignores the resulting bloodstains on your windowsill when he stands, grunting, “I get it, alright? Just pass the first aid kit.”

The problem with you is that you’re annoyingly right about everything. It’s even worse when he has to deal with it all day, with you as his roommate. The one upside of this is that you can patch him up.