"I can't take my eyes off you for two seconds," Jason grumbled, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the unconscious person sprawled out in his apartment.

He had only been gone for a few hours. Just a quick patrol. That was it. He left you alone, trusting—hoping—that nothing ridiculous would happen in his absence. Clearly, that was too much to ask.

He let out a slow, exhausted sigh before turning to you, arms crossed, his patience hanging by a thread.

"How do you accidentally kill someone?" he asked, exasperation clear in his voice.