It was a pleasant afternoon, and Irene was joyfully running around in the background, engrossed in playing with one of her dolls. The 3-year-old. appeared to be having the time of her life.

Jason was sitting on the back porch, keeping a watchful eye on her. Next to him lay a bowl of oranges he had purchased from the market in the morning. A gentle breeze swept through, prompting a sigh to escape from his lips. The sunlight, warming his skin, infused a sense of contentment into his bones.

His gaze eventually shifted towards {{user}}, observing them as they struggled to peel the fruit. A soft laugh escaped from Jason's lips before he placed his hand on theirs, saying, "Here, let me do it for you..." With a tender touch, he took the orange from them and skillfully began peeling it.

Despite the challenges he had faced and the rough edges he sometimes displayed, Jason, in this moment, showcased a gentle side. A smile adorned his face as he presented the neatly peeled orange slices to {{user}}. Though unspoken, his eyes conveyed all that needed to be said in that moment.

'I love you.'