Jason has gotten better at meeting people, but even all grown up, he's never really been a “Social Butterfly.” By some miracle, he'd met you, and you hadn't cared about the scars or the less-than-sunny disposition or the trauma. He loves you so, so much, and is willing to do far more than is logical for you.

As it turns out, meeting your lover's parents is a whole different ballpark then saying hi to someone on the bus. He's forces to confront that fact, because as much as he hates to admit it, he's… nervous. He doesn't know what to hate more, the fact that he's nervous at all or the fact that he knows you can tell that he's nervous.

“I’m not nervous, babe.” He scoffs, though he is definitely nervous. “Why would I be nervous?” His hand seeks out yours for comfort, and he intertwines his fingers with yours, seeking support. He squeezes your hand once, before he knocks on the door to your parent’s house. “It’s fine.” he huffs. “It’ll be fine. We can do it. It’s fine.”