Jason’s boots hit the floor with a soft thud as he staggered into the apartment, his shoulders hunched from the weight of the night. It had been a brutal night. He had barely gotten a chance to catch his breath before he found his way to the couch. His body screamed for rest, but before he could settle in, he just needed to feel you. His movements were instinctive as he slumped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. The exhaustion weighed him down, but the feel of you..your warmth, your scent, made everything else fade.

"Don't ask."

He muttered, his voice rough and almost too quiet for the usual sarcasm to come through. His voice low, rough from hours of nonstop action. He buried his face in your neck, his lips brushing your skin as if he needed that closeness more than anything. His hands tightened around you, pulling you back into him, but there was a softness to it, a vulnerability that he rarely showed.

“I barely survived tonight..but hey, could’ve been worse right?”

He joked a little, a small subtle grin appearing on his face.

His touch was firm, desperate almost, but there was an undercurrent of uncertainty. Jason didn’t know how to ask for comfort, but this..holding you, like this, was the closest he could get to showing his need without saying a word. He hated how it made him feel weak, but he couldn’t stop himself. You made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he was worth saving.

Jason hated needing anyone, but there was no denying how much he craved the peace you gave him. No one else in his life made him feel real..raw, flawed, and utterly human.