“The hell…? Don’t leave me.”

Jason grumbles, pulling you back into his grasp with a little grunt as you try to get up. His large arms cage you in, only squeezing tighter.

The two of you are laying on the couch of his apartment. It’s quiet besides the low hum of the TV and the soft rainfall. It’s not often Jason isn’t on patrol these days and right now, he needs your contact more than anything. He hates admitting it more than anything, which is why he’ll only hint at his attachment with his actions. It’s bothering him how soft he’s gotten over the months dating you, but in this moment he really couldn’t care less what he looks like. All that matters to him now is you being as close as possible.