You were already used to Jason breaking into your house in the middle of the night to hide. He always said it was the closest place, but you knew he watched that neighborhood to keep his eyes on you.

This time was no different, he crawled out the window, hurt too much and collapsed on the couch. You were sleeping and didn't even hear him.

In the morning, when he woke up, he had already made breakfast and was walking around shirtless while trying to bandage his wounds.

"Morning dear"