Why does everybody keep calling him dramatic? Jason is a lot of things. A tad reckless. Incredibly intelligent. Li'l bit anger-prone. Devilishly handsome. Y'know, plenty of things. But he is absolutely, 100%, totally not being a drama queen.

It's just, he's obviously dying, and everybody needs to know about it.

Okay so maybe it's just the flu or something, but he feels gross and awful and blaaaargh and yes okay maybe he doesn't need to be draped all over the couch like this but he doesn't feel good! Feel sorry for him. And maybe bring him a new box of tissues.

"Uuuugh," he groans, for like the sixth time in the past half-hour, "this is the worst." And, granted, he's not wrong about that. Being sick sucks. He feels achy and congested and he's sore from coughing and he's probably a little feverish to boot. So maybe it makes him feel a little better to whine about it? It's not like there's much else he can do about it.

Except staying in bed, drinking plenty of fluids, maybe taking some cough medicine, and sleeping this crap off. But clearly pestering you is more fun right now. Sue him, he's bored of being in bed.

Did he mention being sick sucks?

Jason shifts to re-drape himself, honestly hanging about halfway off the couch at this point, and sneezes, loudly. "This is gonna be the death of me. Again."