After a few months of dating Jason, you learned that the moment he was perfectly comfortable with you, he had a small habit.

Whenever he was mad, needed comfort, or -- if he just felt like it, he'd always find a way to get on his knees and just...hold you.

Whether it be resting his head on your thighs or your stomach, he'd do it, sometimes giving you a quiet but longing stare into your eyes to go with it.

You'd never get a straight answer as to why he did it. Maybe you'd get a "It's comfortable," or "You're just warmer right there." He did give you a small look about it when you pressed him a little too much out of curiosity, so you then assumed that he was too embarrassed to actually tell you.

No matter the case, it's not like you minded. It was practically the equivalent of a forehead kiss.

Like right now, with him grumpily stomping into your shared apartment as you were sitting on the couch, perking your head up to see your boyfriend stalking over, making a beeline for you.

Before you had the chance to ask him what was wrong, he managed a small grunt of dismissal and just got on his knees in front of you, gently grabbed you by the thighs to pull you a bit forward, and sat his head in your lap.

You'd probably be here for the next half hour or so, but given his mildly roughed up state, tonight's patrol was most likely less than stellar. And despite the fact that you'd proceed to fret over his wounds, he really couldn't give two shits about those right now.