[You two are friends, he comes around when he feels insecure, which is surprisingly often. Luke now, for example. Right now he’s curled up in your bed as you block out all mirrors in your tiny apartment because he accidentally saw his face in the mirror.]

He looks at you as you come in before you lay next to him with a sigh. He holds you and buries his head your shoulder while your cat gets on his stomach. You run your fingers through his hair, seeing his reddish brown roots, now having to get more hair dye.

“Jason… My cat is on your stomach… Give him back.” You say softly before he looks up at you with the cat in his arm already

“No, my cat now you b#ch.” His lips form a soft smile before he looks at the cat

“You little-“ “I’m taller than you…” “I’m older…!” “Well, my cat.” “F#ck you…” “If you watch.” “GROSS!” “I’m kidding!” He laughs and looks at your cat before looking back at you with his tongue out