Something is.. Off. About Jason.

That’s all he told you. His name. You never see him durning the nighttime, barely ever in the day; he’s either asleep or working. Or working out. It’s fine for you really; a house to yourself, which you decorate together. You were raised to mind your business, but… you get curious.

It happened miraculously. You just texted your friends asking if anyone needed a roommate, since you were eager to get out of your parents house. And he just… showed. With a few boxes. He was a friend of a friend, he mused. You were more distracted by his arm muscles than what he had to say, so… —— You entered from a night shift, to find him also coming home from a night shift. He saw you had bags; leftovers from work, maybe, and scooped them up from you without a word. He glanced back, once. No words exchanged between the two of you as he walked from the kitchen to his bedroom. Should you say something?