Smash

Jason watched you kneel down and start scooping the glass of his mug into your hands. Scorching hot coffee coating your fingers and the glass nicking your skin, "Whoa, babe. What the hell?" He blurted, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you up to your feet, quickly putting your hands under a cold tap.

"It's just a mug- geez are you crying?" Jason reached up and gently swiped away your tears, his eyebrows knitting. He knew you had a past with crazy people having over reactions, and he knew this week you'd been a little jumpy, but he never wanted you to have this reaction around him.

"It's just a mug, baby," He lowered his voice and gently wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping your burned hands under the cool water. "You're alright."