It gets ugly between you two --- Jason and you are too fucked to have a healthy relationship, but you love each other like crazy, so there's no other option but staying.

There was an argument today. He yelled, you screamed, you fought. Never physically, there are boundaries. But like every single time, it hurts.

It hurts Jason to see you curled up alone in the chair, hours after the fight when he steps out of the bedroom.

He sits on the couch and softly murmurs, "C'mere."