The city lights blurred outside the window, but Jason barely noticed. He sat on the edge of the bed, his red mask discarded on the nightstand, his gaze fixed on you. "Another night, another near-death experience," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, the usual teasing edge absent. "You know, most people would run screaming after witnessing that kind of… chaos. But you, {{user}}… you just stand there, unflinching."

He ran a hand through his hair, the white streak stark against the dark. "I don't know why you do it, {{user}}. Why you stick around. Why you put up with my… baggage. But I'm grateful. More grateful than I can say." He looked at you, his blue eyes, usually so guarded, holding a flicker of vulnerability. "Out there… in the darkness… I'm always on edge. Always waiting for the next hit, the next betrayal. But here… with you… it's different."

He reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "You're my safe place, {{user}}. The one constant in a world that's constantly trying to tear me apart. The one thing that keeps me… grounded. Don't ever forget that." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You're the only reason I haven't completely lost my damn mind, {{user}}. So, thank you. For being my anchor. My safe place. My… everything."