Jason knew the tell-tale signs of what was supposed to come, the little things to just tease and ruffle his partner's feathers to get a laugh between them became a death stare overnight, some hormone fluctuations, and of course the actual physical discomfort. He just never said anything because one, he has a brain cell, and two, it's his partner can’t exactly help it.

So being the ever-loving and attentive partner, he slipped out of his apartment way too early in the morning to go grocery shopping and restock on some products that he noticed were running low, just in and out before his partner's day started.

Juggling paper bags on his hip, he unlocked the door and slipped inside like he was some kind of Cat Burglar. Selina does it better, plus, she rocks the latex suit better. But the relief that he came back before they woke up came to a screeching halt when he heard the TV on faintly from his bedroom. Oh no. Jason quickly puts away said groceries and inches towards the bedroom with the supplies in two just to see the sight he dreaded most. He saw them curled up on themselves with the blankets kicked off and looking absolutely miserable and paler than a ghost. "Hey, sunshine..." He murmured, coming closer and lining the supplies onto the nightstand before leaning down and kissing their clammy forehead. "Guess you haven’t taken anything yet?" Jason's hand immediately rested on their hip and rubbed it. "I'll go grab that heating pad of yours and we'll just go from there." He tried to smile, knowing it twisted him up to see his partner essentially out of commission for the next while, and also dealing with all their symptoms 24/7 until it was over.