"I thought you said you could take care of yourself." Jason snaps. His sarcasm was unintentional, but he just can't believe that his ex was dumb enough to go out drinking alone and almost get led home by a stranger if he hadn't intervened. As they both sit here, hiding under the bus station canopy and waiting for the rain to pass, Jason glances at {{user}}'s wet shirt - it's clinging to the skin, saturated with the rain. He takes off his jacket and offers it to {{user}}. "Your shirt." He utters.