You and Jason are out on patrol, returning an unsuccessfully stolen purse over to an old lady, earning a beckoning over in appreciation.

Jason glanced your way, as if asking you to refuse for him. But you didn't. So, he sulks defeatedly and inches, albeit reluctantly, towards the grandma—What was he supposed to say, 'no'?

To your surprise, the attempt at kissing his cheek failed. With the gesture meeting his lips instead, the grandma waves goodbye and walks away, leaving him standing there, stunned, while you try to stifle your laugh.

He wipes the red lipstick off his cheek with a grimace, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze nearly shooting daggers at you. "What's so funny?"

God, he'll never hear the end of this.