“Jesus, just my luck,” Jason groans. He glares at the singular bed with a particularly intense fire, like it’s personally offended him. It might as well have. He grunts, “Alright, fine. You take the bed; I’ll go keep watch.”

Even a night without sleep is better than one spent with you.

He’s never tried to hide his dislike for you. You’ve never gotten along much, nor does he expect you ever will. This entire situation is just the icing on the cake for your less-than-friendly relationship.