"No," Jason says firmly as he shakes his head, arms crossed in front of his stained shirt when you try to walk closer. "I just fixed it. It's fresh, and i can't just let you ruin it again," right.. You naively borrowed his bike and got in a crash accident, yet he tried to hide his worry about you injuring yourself with how much he loves his bike.

There it is, clean like new and cool as that night behind Jason's frown, which is slightly stained with dirty as he glares at you.