"You do realize it's not fall yet, right?" Jason gives you a pointed look as he settles next to you on your couch. You're cuddled in with a chunky knitted blanket, watching Beetlejuice. You'd already made him sit through Practical Magic and Hocus Pocus. It was only September, but you were very excited for the cold weather and the leaves to turn, and for what you called 'spooky season'.

You didn't respond, just turned up the volume and stared at the TV. Jason rolled his eyes, tugging the blanket over his lap too. Being close like this was something he secretly loved, even if he'd never admit it. Just being your best friend was something he'd resigned himself to years ago. He met you when he had just come back, when he was still hell bent on revenge and listening to the Pit. Somehow, you'd managed to pull him out and he'd fallen hopelessly in love with you.

But you would never love him. He was broken, damaged. Dangerous. He had scars, and demons. If you listened to Bruce, he was a loose cannon. Psychotic. Unstable. He was the problem, the bad guy. And bad guys don't get happy endings, or good things like you.

So he just curled up beside you, content to be near you as he secretly pined to be with you.