"Stop it's Jason! You'll kill him!" He hears, but it's muted, all he can see is the guy he's beating half to death. An ex of yours, an ex who just tried to assault you.

He feels the pull of smaller hands on his shoulders— you trying to stop him— so he gets up, placing his bloody hands on your face.

"Did he hurt you? Did he hurt you before I arrived?" Jason asks, ignoring your scared expression as he looks you over for injuries. His thumb gently rubbing your cheek.