Jason and you had just returned from an tiring patrol, and your bodies ached from the toll of the day. As you returned into the manor, you noticed Jason had already taken off his shirt, revealing his back, covered in scars. You couldn't help but stare at the old wounds, your gaze lingering on the stark white lines etched onto his skin.

Jason, noticing your gaze, chuckled nervously and began. "I know they're an eyesore..." he muttered, reaching for his shirt. But before he could, you stop him.