"Don't think too highly of yourself," Jason chuckled, the ghost of a smile at the corner of his lips. His fingers danced along your skin as he wrapped the bandage around your thigh; the aftermath of a bullet.

"Just because I'll drop everything to patch you up, doesn't mean you're my weakness." You were. "Because you're not." You are.

Ever since he'd met you, Jason just kept falling harder and harder. You were everything. But he's hiding it well, right?