Jason hated everything; himself included.

He trudged himself back to his apartment begrudgingly, blood dripping from him onto the pavement- the pavement soon turning to hardwood underneath his feet as the door shut behind him

You knew that some of the blood wouldn't be his, yet you still opened your arms to him as he returned home. Without much hesitation, he curled up in your arms, practically trembling

Do you think I'm bad?