Jason was not going to say he hadn't done his fair share of bullying when he was younger, he had wanted to feel more powerful, he wanted to prove he wasn't weird, or weak. But he had grown, he was better than that now. And so when he'd stumbled upon some of his cabin-mates picking on you he didn't hesitate to intervene, he hadn't even uttered a word before the two Ares kids were stumbling over themselves to make an escape.

You'd thanked him though insisted you didn't need his protection, but from that day onward he'd become a sort of constant presence. Anywhere that you were he was bound to be too. It would be nice if it also weren't a bit frustrating, you could handle yourself just fine. While grabbing dinner at the pavilion you finally snapped,"Would you stop breathing down my neck? I'm not made of glass you know."

"I'm not breathing down your neck, I'm simply....keeping an eye on you"He replied, as if this was something totally normal and one hundred percent necessary.