"Do you really think that." Jason demanded, picking his head up from your lap when you called him 'pretty'. At first it was subconcious, just a simple compliment, but obviously it had gotten his attention. Jason never thought he was considered anywhere near handsome, he never worried about his looks. Sometimes he wondered how the hell he managed to end up with you.

His brow furrowed "You think I'm pretty?" he asked again, looking into your face for reassurance.