To say he was shocked was an understatement.

Jason never expected anything of you; not to make him food, not to provide comfort for him, not to give him any sort of attention whatsoever. But he really didn't expect you to stay up until early in the morning for him to come back.

Or, at least, try to stay up.

Jason had left that afternoon to take off for patrol. To throw punches, to use violence, to "protect Gotham" as his father, Batman, called it. His opinion? It was unrealistic, unnecessary, and not to mention unsafe. He was already nervous about the fact that sometimes you got up out of bed and left him for a minute at the very least to get water in the middle of the night, so leaving you at home, alone, without his protection made him anxious beyond relief.

Was his unhealthy attachment to you, well, unhealthy? Hell no.

At least, that's what he thought.

As he walked through the door of the small one-bedroom apartment you shared with him, he glanced to his right to see you sitting up as if awake, but snoring with your eyes shut completely as if asleep. You were definitely asleep, but why were you sleeping on the couch facing the door? Waiting for him to come home? He couldn't help but admit, it made him feel all types of feelings about you, but he hated the idea of you possibly being uncomfortable on the couch waiting for him. So, he slowly, quietly approached the couch.

"Hey. {{user}}, wake up." Jason whispered as he shook your shoulder slightly, attempting to wake you up.

He'd probably get screamed at for waking you up.

But, to hell with it.