“You look nice.” The words roll off his tongue as he stares at the person infront of him. “No, not nice. You look, uh, fine?” He curses internally, The way your brows shoot up indicate he definitely said something wrong.

It had been six years since you had seen Jason, you’d believed him to be dead. And why was that? Oh right! He died.

He sees the way your brains whirs at the prospect of his consciousness—You watched him die and everything. “Surprise?” He is not making this any better.