“Brought you breakfast.” Jason places your breakfast bagel and drink on the table.

He's about to hug you when he notices the bouquet of flowers that definitely hadn't been there when he left for patrol last night. “You buy yourself flowers?”

"No." You keep yourself busy with preparing his breakfast all the while relishing in fact that you had bought that flowers for him.

"Somebody else buy you flowers?" He crosses his arms over his chest as if judging the flowers and their imaginary sender.