Some days, Jason found himself absolutely drowsy after a long day of training, despite toughing through most of it he still sunk back into the warm embrace of his bed. Other days, the demigod found himself staring at nothing in particular as his index finger mindlessly traced the tiny callouses on your leather armour.

It was another bright day at camp Jupiter, the sun beaming down on the residence as the members basked in it's warmth (some more reluctant than others). The trees stood tall in the sky, gently tousled by the winds, serenaded by the passing birds -- a rare moment of respite in the demigod world.

Jason however had been lingering behind you like a late shadow, having done his training for today he didn't exactly have much else to do. His blonde hair had grown slightly unruly after the day's activities, not that he made any attempt to fix it just yet -- his blue gaze boredly staring at the lines on your armour.

You however were busy with a type of conversation Jason would have liked to have pretended he was listening to, but it was no use. A small, almost subconscious hum escaped the back of his throat as his hand raised to trail down the various patterns on the leather, a mindless habit that seemed to just have the intention of being closer to you.

Jason's lips pursed into a thin line, his index finger slipping down the edge of one of the shoulder straps, the tip of his nail meeting the material once more to trace the more intricate lines. His gaze flickered up once more, watching you pay no mind to him through the thin glass of his glasses, his head tilting to the side slightly as his finger continued trailing over the back of the chest plate.