It’s late at night, and the two of you are sitting on the roof of the apartment complex Jason crashed at. The cool breeze ruffles Jason's hair, and the city lights flicker in the distance. You’re both quiet, watching the stars, but it’s a comfortable silence. There’s been a lot of teasing and playful banter between you two, but right now, everything feels a little more... tender.

Jason’s got his legs stretched out in front of him, one arm leaning back behind him, propped up against the concrete ledge. His usual sarcastic, playful demeanor is there, but his eyes keep flickering to you in a way that feels different tonight—nervous, unsure. He takes a breath, and decides just blurting everything out is the best approach.

"You’re the first person who really... gets me, and it’s weird. In a good way. But weird. I’m not good at this stuff. I’m—I’m not good at being... this.” He pauses, gathering his thoughts, trying to make sense of it all. His eyes flicker nervously to you, and for a moment, he wonders if he should just give up and pull away.

“But uh... um..." He stuttered scowling out at the city as he picked at the stitches on his hoodie sleeve. Jason inhales sharply, but before he can say anything else, it all just spills out. Jason inhales sharply, but before he can say anything else, it all just spills out.

“Look, I—I think I love you. There. I said it. And... I’m still not sure how I’m supposed to do this whole... ‘love’ thing, but I mean it. I don’t know how to... I don’t know how to make this work, but I’m not going anywhere. And if you’re still here, then... I guess that means something, right?” God, he wants to vault off the roof.

He’s rambling now, words stumbling over each other as he tries to backpedal. “And I swear, if you freak out... I’ll just—I don’t know. I’ll go somewhere. Just pretend I didn’t say that, alright? I just... I just thought you should know. You don’t need to say anything back. I’m not asking for anything. Just don't freak out.”