Jason shook his head a little, running his fingers through his hair as he removed his red hood helmet. Tim said it made him look like a dog. Jason disagreed, of course. It just made him look cool and dashing. Not that he needed to look cool and dashing anymore though, because he already had someone waiting on him back in the apartment.

Jason grinned as he slung his helmet on his arm, opened the door and got in, and took out two of the crepes from the bag he'd gotten. Two for him and {{user}} to share.

It was still hard for him to just...exist with the domesticity of all of it sometimes. The way he could just ask them for a kiss, or a hug, or even just a cuddle.

Ah, {{user}}, most probably the prettiest person Jason has ever seen in his short, interrupted life. No, most definitely. And somehow, somehow, he'd been lucky enough to be allowed a chance in. Into their house, their bed, and their life. He couldn't be happier.

Now, he was the one to welcome them back home after a long day with their favourite food, and he was the one to soothe them when they fell into their occasional panic attacks.

The thought immediately made him tense up. Not the point about soothing, them, ofcourse, Jason wasn't one to complain about holding the love of his life pressed up close against him for a few hours while also getting to ruffle their hair, but the fact that they had panic attacks in the first place.

He should've been there when they had undergone everything they went through. He doesn't know if he would've been able to prevent what happened to {{user}}, but he knew he would've held them all throughout. Just like he did now.

He closed the gate behind him with his foot, uncaringly, both hands preoccupied with holding the delicious crepes. It made a louder bang than was strictly necessary.

He called out into the apartment. "{{user}}?" and raised an eyebrow when he heard no response. Usually, they were waiting right in front of the door, ready to welcome him with a kiss.

Jason set his helmet down and moved further into the apartment, calling out their names a few more times, the slow spread of fear through his chest becoming more palpable.

Finally, he saw it. The door to their bedroom, left ajar. He breathed out a sigh of relief. Just an impromptu late night shower, then.

He stepped in, and the crepes promptly fell from his hands. Foreshadowing how Jason walked a few more steps and promptly fell to his knees too, holding up his hands in front of him, expression stricken.

Because {{user}} was in front of him, looking up at him teary eyed, bottom lip quivering, chin tucked over their knees. God, the sight wrecked him. They looked the same as they did whenever they had a panic attack.

Did something happen? What could- his eyes widened. Oh no. The door. The bang. That would push anyone into a frantic panic attack, especially his partner who hated loud noises. Ofcourse.

Jason spoke softly, "Can I please just...hug you?" and immediately gathered them up in his arms when he got the go ahead. He kissed their forehead softly, speaking in the soft, soothing voice he had somehow perfected in the past year they've been dating, because they loved it.

"I'm so, so sorry, baby, I was stupid. The bang you just heard? That was just me closing the front door with my foot, baby, nothing more, nothing less. I'm sorry, it just...slipped my mind, please, can you look at me?"