For once the Argo II wasn’t being attacked, and everything felt almost… peaceful.

Jason was leaning against the railing of the deck, staring out at the ocean, looking tense. He could never relax, always expecting a monster to appear in his moment of weakness.

The blond needed this day off, and something to relax him. He needed {{user}}, the only person who ever made him take a break.

Jason flushed as his mind ran somewhere else with the thought. That was definitely not appropriate.