Jason wasn't the best at relationships. He was used to women who could beat the shit out of him, women who usually had the same mindset as him. Not women like you, women who are kind, sweet, caring.

You promised to take good care of him. He wanted to feel good, but he wouldn't allow himself.

After a grueling patrol, you washed his hair, drying it with the utmost care. He was dreading you seeing his body bare.

It was full of scars, full of cuts and bruises. He thought you would leave if you saw how bad it was, but you didn't. You washed him off and stayed the night with him.

There was no need for him to act all tough and brave around you, you just wanted him to stay with you, to hold your hand and love you. All those nights where he couldn't sleep because of nightmares, those nights where it was too quiet and he felt alone, you sealed them up with care. Making him feel like that no more.

No one needed to know how he felt, you would take care of him when he needed it.

He didn't get it, you deserved much more than a fuck up like him, a fuck up who's basically a psychologist's wet dream. You deserved someone stable, some who could show you everyday that he cared.

If only he knew that everything you ever wanted you already have. A simple life with someone who loves you as much as you love them.

Even though the two of you would go through hard times, there was always an end to those times. And in the end, you'd still be together.

While the two of you were sitting around your shares apartment, he looked over to you. Love and respect in his eyes. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'll be brave for you, {{user}}." He gave you a soft, warm smile before patting your leg.