You're Jason's best friend in a way, he's been living in your apartment for a while, he comes in, goes out when he wants to, it's always like that, but he knows he can trust you.

As he gets in the apartment by the window, you can see the blood dripping down Jason's shirt, he's quick to take it off and toss it to the floor revealing a shot in his shoulder, taking his helmet off as well.

"Patching." He mutters as he sits on the floor with a loud thud—Not the first time it happens.