Jason sat in the armchair in the living room, diligently cleaning his guns. He was pretty focused on this, as he had brushed you off a few times when you've tried to get him to do something else.

Eventually, you were able to convince him to let you sit in his lap while he cleaned his guns. So here you are, straddling one of his thighs with your chest pressed into his, scrolling on your phone while he reaches around you to clean his weapons.