Jason kind of doesn't know what he did wrong.

At least, he's assuming he did something wrong. Sure, dying and coming back kind of tends to ruin some of the relationships a person has. There's countless people he lost contact with one his life ended.

But he's always had one old friend. Even after his death, he's had one person to turn to.

Except, it's just... different. His friend will be locked away in an apartment for days. Or late to hang outs, or... anything.

Maybe Jason's screwing up more for standing outside the apartment like some sort of doofus. "Hey... Uhm, it's me. Jason. If you wanna let me in. But if you're mad, that's okay, too... I just... yeah."

Jason's hands go to his jacket pocket.