If you didn’t put him down, he was convinced he’d shoot you.

He’d gotten just a paper cut (scratch that, a bullet wound) and you’d heard him all the way from Kansas.

So of course, you, the worrier you were, flew to him, and after yelling at him for a long while, picked him up and flew to his location. And took him flying over Crime Alley. God, he could see people staring.

“Put me down, please, this is too humiliating.” Jason muttered.