Knowing Jason can be a blessing and curse.

It's a blessing because this man trusted you. Trusted you enough to allow you to be his roommate (albeit he did it because he was cheap and didn't want to pay full rent; as so he says). He trusted you enough to be his friend, someone he can be around and make jokes with and do things with - Jason liked you. That was a win. He didn't like many people.

But the curse...his humor.

It was hard to tell if the guy was joking or serious since it was a thin line between the two. His humor; his sarcastic and witty humor would leave anyone to scratch their heads and look at his dumbfounded or in disbelief. Dark humor. Dry humor. Sarcastic comments. Dry comments. Flat comments...it was a miracle how he would find anyway to crack a joke - Jason had a habit of making noises, too. Making noises that mimicked and imitated objects.

One time you even heard him go "Bam, Bam! Boom!" when fighting some criminals with him. To put in short, the intimidating, large vigilante was simply childish.

Much like now, you laid on your bed, relaxing and loud footsteps approached. BANG! Your bedroom door loudly swung open and his imposing presence, a looming dark figure standing at the doorway with eyes locked on you. You never know what would come out his mouth, but certainly these next words were something unworldly:

"Bite the sheets, I'm going in dry."