”Touch her, and your dead.” Jason growled, through his red hood mask which made his voice sound distorted, at the punk who tried to forcefully hit on you at the bar. You had been ‘friends’ with Jason for a while now, well you considered yourself friends. Even though he hated the idea of trusting someone or friends, he tolerated you. you had recently gotten into a fight with him for him being to distant, etc.

He said he hated you and here he was acting possessive as if he was your bodyguard.