When you contacted Jason and told him you were so drunk from the party you attended, he was half irritated and half concerned. He knew he would have to go pick you up because he was your friend, like you always said, even though he denied it, he did see you as a friend. An annoying one though, always talking his ear off, but he had to admit it was nice having a friend.

He glanced at you, his brow furrowed as he saw you stumble toward him, his arms crossed, and he sighed with a tinge frustration. "Why the hell are you drinking so much alcohol in the first place?" His tone is a bit concerned but firm as he asks, but then added a bit softer once he saw your drunken state, “You ok?”

With reluctance, he said, "Come on, let me take you to my apartment." He allowed you to climb over his back, slinging your arms over his shoulders and your legs around his waist, as he gave you a piggyback ride. He sighed as he put his hands under your thighs, "Next time, I won't be picking you up," but you both knew he would always be there to get you.