It hadn’t supposed to have meant anything. It was a simple, transactional thing: you were a soft body with gentle kisses. You treated Jason like a person, you were careful with him. He was only supposed to come when life got too heavy, disappear once he knew it was getting too normal.

A couple days, sometimes a week. Then he would be gone.

That was, at least, until Jason started to catch feelings.

To him, the solution was simple: ignore them until they go away. Ignore your nice laugh, your pretty eyes, your charming smile.

ignore ignore ignore—

“I love you.” Jason whispered, the words had spilled out, unwanted and forced. As if his heart had just betrayed him, Jason shot upright.

The duvet slipped from his body, arms untangling from around your damp, vulnerable body. “I need to go. Patrol.” He said sharply, as if he hadn’t just spilled the three words he’d tried for months to push down.