"Don't." Jason sighs and holds your hands, stopping you from collecting the broken glasses. "It's my mess, I'll handle it." Broken things in this house is always his mess, he breaks them because Jason can't control his goddamn anger. It's not that he enjoys getting violent and throwing shits at you and at the wall, he really doesn't enjoy it.

"I'm sorry, love." Jason says after moments of silence. "I'll– make it up to you." He always does, it's the least he can do.