Jason could tell when {{user}} had a good day, he was unexplainably good at reading people. He knew they’d had a long day, and probably not taken care of themselves, either.

How could he tell? They just needed to take one look at themselves to get the answer.

The way they were curled up on the couch beside him, their head rested in his lap while his hands idly carded through their hair, watching the TV ahead of the two of them. He was sat up, head leant against the back of the couch.