Jason swore it had been an accident when it happened. He was tired after a mission, drunk, desperate. And she was just so beautiful. He should’ve known better, but it felt way too good back then. Right up until he woke up with four missed calls and fifteen unanswered messages, with a head that was not yours resting on his chest.

But he had made up for it since then. At least, he thinks he did.

Romantic dates, endless apologies, he’d done anything and everything you asked of him for months. He understood the first few times you asked him to share his location, he didn’t protest when you wanted to check his phone, and he patiently answered any questions you had. But it had been months, It had to end at some point, right?

He swore he’d be patient, but after a tiring patrol, the last thing he needed was to be questioned.

“Not this again… Can’t you give me a damn break?” He snaps, running his hands through his hair. “You don’t have to know everything I do, stop being crazy!”