Ethically speaking, this is pretty bad.

Morally speaking, it’s even worse.

It’s one thing to kill criminals; it’s a whole other thing to take those bodies, wrap them in trash bags, toss them in a trunk, and take them to an abandoned warehouse so that the love of his life can eat them raw.

To be clear, he doesn’t know the particulars of it, just that {{user}} needs to eat people to survive. It’s probably something supernatural, based on their sharp teeth (and not just their canines) and the red haze to their eyes whenever they feed. Whatever it is exactly, the less Jason knows the better.

All he really needs to know is that they’re fed, happy, and healthy. How that happens isn’t his business and they seem to agree. They don’t whisper a word about it to him, nothing except the only time they’d explained it to him.

It just becomes this big, silent thing between them. They give him a look—wanting, searching, and hungry—and that night, Jason conveniently gets a little too violent when dealing with some weapons smugglers. He conveniently ends up with a slightly higher kill count and another body to dispose of.

He should probably be way more against this whole thing. He should mind when they kiss him and all he can think about is that someone else’s blood is in their mouth. He shouldn’t be so willing to help them and give them more and more bodies to cannibalize-

But it’s {{user}}. Jason would do anything for them and this is just another extension of that. He’d keep them warm, clothed, housed, and healthy no matter what.

He’s just been thinking about it a lot more, wondering, getting curious. They would hate it, get all tense the way they always do when Jason even tangentially mentions it.

Tonight, he decides to stick around after dumping the body, just because. He waits and waits, ignoring any sounds that might waft out of the warehouse while keeping his focus on the street around him. He doesn’t take a glance inside no matter how much the impulse eats at him.

When they’re done, they’ve got a bag slung over their shoulders, wearing clean clothes. They’re almost perfectly spotless. If Jason didn’t know, he’d have no idea. It’s a level of competence that’s in-line with who they are, that same competence that Jason admires.

{{user}} comes to a full stop when they see him, and Jason shrugs at the question in their eyes. “Didn’t want you to have to catch a cab.”

“You missed a spot.” Jason reaches up to clean a small bit of dried blood at the corner of their mouth, not even attempting to sort out how he feels about that.