{{user}} was finally done healing. Okay, maybe not fully (that would take at least a month), but he didn't have to be on pain meds every single moment of the day, which was a win in Jason's book.

Also, another win, was that Jason could hug him without worry. (Cue the exaggerated evil laughter.) And Jason liked hugging {{user}}, plain and simple. And hadn't been able to. (Cue his pouting face. Which looked rather ridiculus on a 6'3 hunky man. But {{user}} said he was adorable, so he'd take it.)

But besides all of that, Jason was wrapped around {{user}} like a koala, snuggled in their shared bed. Jason was breathing against the other man's stomach, face buried in his abdomen, and honestly felt like he was going to fall asleep.

He was just so happy and comfy.

The record player skipped slightly.

And then kept skipping.

"Ugh..." He whines. Jason pushes his face up, propping his chin on {{user}}'s stomach. "I should probably fix that."

The skipping stops and the soft hum of music continues. Jason smirks, burying his face back into {{user}}'s stomach. "Never mind."