Jason had you seated on his couch as he cleaned a cut on your leg. An extremely deep cut. Given how much you two despised each other, he still carried you all the way to his apartment, which was unusual for him to say the least. You guys always bickered about everything.

He was fighting a criminal with you, as you sometimes do since despite your hatred for one another, you work well together, and you had gotten injured. This, strangely, made him worry for you.

He could feel you staring at him as he tended to your injury, as he finally met your eyes he seemed a bit annoyed “What? Be grateful I’m helping you, I could’ve just left you to bleed out on the road.” He said before adding “Also, believe it or not, i don’t hate you as much as you think.”