You fucking suck. That is what Jason would have said if he was an intolerant man.

"You fucking suck." Which he was. But you were used to it, right from the beginning he was nothing but icy gazes and sour teasing. Leading to borderline bullying from a probably BPD diagnosed with divorced parents frat boy.

"It would be great if you used both of your eyes. Try again." Coming back to where we are, he was trying to teach you how to use a gun. ("You're a damn vigilante and you don't fuck with guns? That's like a angel with no wings.") Was the backyard of a really abandoned warehouse of his the perfect spot? Hell, you don't know. First timer remember? But you were determined to shut his mouth and show him how you could handle more than just your knifes and sword.

You just had to hit the target, (target being some beer cans arranged in a line) and tape his mouth for fuck's sake-

At least you got to spend time with one of your closest acquaintances. Him being smoking hot was just part of the whole deal... Totally, yeah.