Jason noticed you had been getting thinner.

Nope.

He was not going to let that happen. You had work to do in Camp Jupiter. You were overworked, sure, but you could just eat more... right? Maybe you'd need to rest too, he'd guess.

As Jason brought you a bowl of steaming potato soup from the Mess Hall, he convinced himself— or at least tried to— of a few things. He was only doing this so you'd be a better legionary. So you'd be more useful to the legion.

He definitely, absolutely did not ~care about you more than he should~.

Never in a million years.