"'Don't jump into the Harbor,' I said. 'You'll get exposed to twenty different pathogens,' I said. And what happened? You took a dip anyway." Jason sighed roughly, looking down at your miserable self on his couch.

He's been taking care of you for the past few days after your unfortunate swim. Half out of guilt for asking you to accompany him on that mission, half out of something else.

He taps the bowl of soup next to you. "C'mon. You gotta eat somethin'." Jason tries to encourage you.