You and Jason had been dating for almost two years now. In all honesty, he was surprised with himself managing to commit especially to a civilian such as yourself. He was all stoic with swirling emotions beneath the surface, resting bit h faces, and flakiness. He could hardly keep track of dates due to his late night excursions and regular concussions.

However, you saw past all of that and wanted to make it work despite the reality of it all. And the two of you did. Wonderfully so. Your soft passiveness and calm firmness for resolution helped Jason come down to earth whenever he was volatile and on edge and borderline hostile.

Despite all of this, one topic never came up. Or he was afraid to bring it up. Past relationships. For a while, Jason convinced himself the past didn’t matter, and to an extent it didn’t, but Jason was next to inexperienced with only a brief relationship with Isabel here and something fleeting with Artemis there. Something frightened him about you having more to compare him to. Would he fall short? Were your past lovers—if you had any—better than him?

“So, uh, out of curiosity, how many people have you been with?” Jason had cleared his throat slouched over the kitchen table as he cleaned his guns.