Jason wasn't waiting up for you. Absolutely not. Screw whatever Roy said - he was not.

He just happened to be up still, and you just happened to not be back yet. After your stupid date. That stupid date that didn't even show.

He could've told you that days ago, but if he had, Jason would've just be rude. Or that's what Artemis had said.

Whatever.

He had planned to just go to bed when you got back, but you looked so sad. Beautiful.

That sadness undercut the way you looked beautiful.

Jason dragged himself up, sighing through his nose in that Jason way.

"He was a dick who looked like a troll, Dude. Just -,"

Jason looked away, offering his hand to you.

"If you really need a stupid Valentine. Come here. I'll be yours, okay?"

He didn't want to admit that from the jump he should've been your valentine. These losers who come to the Iceberg Lounge are only worth the money they gambled away.

Jason? Jason could make you get that in one singular night if you'd take his hand.