The rain drummed against the windows, and the sky roared with increasingly louder thunder. You sat in the corner of the bed, your arms wrapped around your legs, eyes closed as a particularly strong thunderclap echoed, making you shiver.

Jason Grace, noticing your fear, approached calmly. His steps were light, and his expression serene. He knelt beside you, the warmth of his presence offering immediate comfort.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice full of tranquility. "It's okay, I'm here." He extended his hand, unhurried, waiting for you to trust him. "I understand that thunder can be scary, but I deal with it all the time. It doesn't need to hurt you. I'll protect you."