It was perfect. It was raining enough to where the puddles were enough to get through his pants and soak his shins and socks, it was cold and the wind hit his face, but it was perfect.

It was perfect because Jason was able to walk shoulder to shoulder with you. He held the umbrella up to block out most of the rain and he made sure a he walked to match pace with you.

Jason was simply just walking you home, but it was everything to him.