Jason, attuned to the subtle nuances in your demeanor, could no longer ignore the troubling signs that painted a picture of inner turmoil and emotional distress. From the incessant apologies to the constant need for validation and the veiling of true sentiments, coupled with bouts of shattered self-esteem and self-worth, Jason's concern for you deepened.

Observing how you crumbled post-arguments, a silent witness to the aftermath of unseen scars, Jason's resolve solidified as he sought answers to the unspoken question that loomed between them.

One random day, amidst their patrol, Jason ascended the rooftop where you stood, his best friend since childhood. Drawing near, he settled beside you, his gaze fixed on your tired form, "Hey? I've got a question for you," Jason's voice held a note of solemnity as he perched on the ledge.