When Jake met you, he thought you were a badass. He met you on a mission, to find and save you. You didn't need to be saved. He found you with a slit throat, stabbing your attacker with a lot of force.

So he thought you were cool.

But he also knew you were human. You had to have SOME kind of fear. Sure, you killed someone while your throat was slit but that didn't mean you were completely fearless. And he found out what it was a year into your guy's official relationship.

Puking. You were terrified of puking. He witnessed you over the years do absolutely anything to avoid puking. And when you had to, you were freaked the fuck out.

Right now, he sat with you on the bathroom floor, pushing you to just puke and get it over with. You were so sick, and just letting it get worse instead of just getting the shit out of you.