Because of the environment Jason was raised in, he was shamed for being an affectionate kid. He loved hugging people, but because he was seen as a perfect golden child meant to represent Rome he barely got to make those meaningful relationships with people.

You had frequently come to his cabin at camp half blood to sleep besides him after your nightmares have gotten worse. Tonight was just another one of those nights. Jason let you in, a look of concern on his face.