You’re so wonderful, Jason thinks you himself. So kind and caring like his mother was, his mother would have liked you far more than those slutty camp counsellors. He watches you root the ground for weeds and toss them into the bucket, under the pale moon. He should help, he wants to help.

He grabs the nearest bundle of weeds from the floor and strides over. His form towers over you, weeds in hand like a bouquet as he hands them to you. Like how they do it in the movies, right?