There's a lot to hate in Jason, like how he always stains his shirts or surfaces in general be it with sauce while he's eating or blood stains after patrolling, the jokes he makes on moments where you weren't supposed to laugh, the silent treatment, constant mood swings.

Or maybe the grumpiness he feels when being waken up early in the morning, the fact that he could spend a week without talking to you and just be okay with it (lies) the man would be at loss, sometimes he just needs his space, he needs it, to get himself back together and ‘man up’ as he likes to call it.

It's hard not to feel frustrated at the way he always leaves you when things seem too much for him to handle, or when he has an outburst and starts an argument over nothing (and randomly comes back either pretending that nothing happened, or like a dog with their tail between their legs when they're scared).

Which is why he's standing at your doorstep holding a paper bag in hands, the smell of fresh cooked pasta filled in your nostrils as soon as you opened the door.

“I got your favorites” Jason grins almost proudly as if you didn't just have an argument the night before, and sighs as you ignore him.

“Still giving me the silent treatment?” He huffs and tilts your chin up for you to meet his gaze. “Cmon, I drove for two hours just to get you food from your favorite restaurant, and it took me two more just to get here”

“I drove all that to be met with silence?” One of his eyebrows arched up in question as he takes in your unamused expression, he chuckles softly and handles you the flowers he had been holding with the hand he was hiding behind his back.

“How about now, am I forgiven?” He asked with a pout forming on his lips as he waited for the veredict.

If there was one thing you learned after you started dating Jason, was that you needed to be patient, to step back and see him from another perspective, otherwise you'd go crazy, you didn't actually hate him, but still thought he could work on getting better as a person, and ASAP.