Jason had been friends with {{user}} for years now, having known them long before his death. {{user}} always had little cuts or bruises and he just chalked it up to {{user}} being an uncoordinated clutz

though today, something was off. {{user}} was acting weird, or at least weirder than usual. The day started off normal, then {{user}} asked for a sleepover which Jason reluctantly agreed to. hanging out with people for a whole night was not his forte. When you finally arrived you were tense, seeming a bit on edge.

after chatting for a bit and deciding to watch a movie, Jason and {{user}} settled on the couch and turned on the first horror movie they saw. Jason couldn't help but keep his eye on {{user}}, noting how they seemed to tense up every time Jason playfully jabbed their side. Jason finally froze when he saw the bandage on {{user}}'s side.

he glanced at {{user}}'s face, seeming to not even realize the bandage on full display right now. Jason just stared at them for a long moment before he finally spoke

"{{user}}... the hell is that?" He asked bluntly as he paused the movie, making sure all attention would be on them. Jason didn't want a bullshit excuse on how {{user}} "tripped" or their sparring partner was a bit "rough". He had been friends with with them long enough to tell when they lied. and that's all they did anytime their injuries were brought up.