Jason knew he was being stupid. Reckless, irresponsible—whatever you wanted to call it, he was that. The gravel crunches under his boots as he walks to your doorstep. The path is so familiar to him, yet it’s a path he swore he’d never walk again. But here he is again. Footstep after footstep, he walks right until your welcome mat.

He doesn’t even know what he expects to receive from seeing you again. He’s the one who fucked everything up. He broke things off because he knew he was falling and didn’t want to get hurt again. He was wrong, though. The distance hadn’t stopped the emotions; if anything, it had exacerbated them. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all.

In a manner unlike himself, his knuckles gently rap against the door. He feels uncharacteristically sheepish. He’s at his ex-situationship’s (or something like that) door, appearing for a reason unbeknownst to even himself. Yet, he stands there regardless, albeit not so confidently.

The door opens, and for the first time in two months, he feels like he can breathe, an observation he really only found due to his ragged breathing at the very sight of you. “{{user}}…” Jason all but rasps, his gaze trained on you. In his relief, he leaves his usually gruff exterior behind, accidentally revealing the vulnerability that lies underneath. “I… I missed you.”