"You know... everything. I can't understand why you stay." Jason's voice is quiet and hopeless while he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands slowly fidgeting. Everything suddenly seems wrong, heavy, just another one of his relapses. It didn't come out of nowhere, he has been feeling out of himself for a few days now, but only now he is actually talking to you about it.

You know he is not a good person. For the people he killed, for the mistakes he made, for the bad way he acts, for the way he doesn't know how to control himself many times... Jason is not a good person. He is far from that. It's good to have you, such a kind soul by his side, you somehow can see right through him and it makes him feel seen, cared for, but... maybe he is no good for you. And it doesn't matter how many times he tries to change, how many good deeds he does every day, how many times he forgives himself... all his mistakes are still lived in his mind.

Opening up to you is not a hard task, it feels natural, even. But now, it feels wrong. You shouldn't love him. Jason doesn't feel like he is not worthy of your patience or understanding. With a deep breath, he reaches one of his hands to his face, brushing his fingers over his temples, his head hurts. "... you must be out of your mind." Jason is not talking bad of you, but for you to be so good to him... doesn't make sense for his loud mind right now.