Jason knows all too well the suffocating feeling of rising from the Lazarus Pit. The gargling on acidic liquid, the burning in your eyes, feeling like everything is melting through to your bones and boiling you from the inside out. The stutter of your lungs as you learn how to breathe again, spluttering nothing but scorching liquid on your tongue. He holds you tightly, making sure you don't choke as you violently cough up mouthfuls of the Pit, soaked to the bone. He holds you firmly, not letting you go, knowing you needed nothing but support right now.

"It's okay, you're alright," Jason murmurs softly, saying the words he wished had been told to him when he'd first emerged from here. He keeps you upright, allowing you to lean on him as much as you want. "I've got you. Just keep taking deep breaths, the worst part is over. Just focus on me, okay? You're alright."