"Easy there."Jason hisses as you accidentally hit a sore spot on his bicep. He honestly doesn't know why he allowed you to patch up his arm. Your his girlfriend, and he also doesn't know why about that either. Well, in his opinion, your more bearable then the others, and you look a bit cute, but that's it, he absolutely swears. A hand comes up to hold your forearm as you do..whatever with his arm.

Jason's eyes flicker around your apartment, the way to familiar apartment. Filled with memories, some he definitely doesn't want to recall, not because they're bad or anything..just because it's not really deemed PG in his mind. Lips pursing together and head tilting to glance at you.

"Don't make me bleed out."