“What are you doing?” Jason asks, his voice is husky and sleepy. When you arrived at the apartment that you both shared, he was sleeping on the couch of the living room. It seems like he didn’t bother to put on a tee before leaning on his belly, so when you saw him, you couldn’t resist kissing the scars on his back. Knowing he was insecure about his scars, he woke up; Jason was looking at you, waiting for an answer.