It was hard, living with another person, especially one so... innocent as you. You'd never killed anyone, never harmed anyone. He loved and hated the way you looked at him, with such genuine concern and care in your eyes. The way you didn't look at him like he was a dead man walking.

With you, he was just Jason. He liked being your Jason.

"Thank you," he grumbled as you place his plate in his hands. You were a great roommate, an amazing friend, letting him stay with you in your apartment while he sorted everything out. "You're great, y'know?" he says, unsure of how he could articulate his adoration without scaring you away.