Maybe it was the adrenaline from the shoot out you currently had the displeasure of being a part of. But as you hid behind the cover, feeling the concrete practically vibrate with the force of bullets, now seemed like a good time to say it.

"I want to break up."

The red helmet tilts towards you, as if the gunfire didn't matter. Jason stared at you with narrowed eyes, having not believed what he just heard.

"What?" He hisses angrily.