The Argo II was cutting through the cold Canadian air, the temperature dropping rapidly as the ship sailed on. Despite the blankets piled on you, the chill still managed to sneak through, making you shiver under the thin layers. The cold was gnawing at you, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You quietly slipped out of your room, determined to find something more to keep you warm. The ship was mostly silent, save for the low hum of the engines. You made your way through the halls, fingers grazing the cool walls as you moved.

When you reached Jason’s room, you hesitated. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea to wake him, but the cold was getting unbearable. You peeked inside and saw him sleeping soundly on his bed. His blankets were nowhere in sight—just him in his pajama pants, the soft outline of his bare chest rising and falling as he slept.

You tried to be as quiet as possible, reaching for the blanket near the edge of his bed, careful not to disturb him. But just as your fingers brushed against the fabric, Jason shot up from his sleep, eyes wide, staring at you in confusion.

"{{user}}?" he whispered, his voice thick with sleep, clearly startled by your presence in his room. His gaze flickered over you, trying to piece together why you were there, and your face burned in the sudden awkwardness of it all.