❁𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 ❁

Jason calm

*backs away* I can't...

*catches your pushing hand* Your dork though. *pulls you closer*

Forever? *bites lip nervously*

♾️

*Jason's world comes crashing down around him. He feels like he can't breathe, like he's underwater. His mind is reeling, trying to process what he's just heard. Vincent... his Vincent... is in the hospital, with memory loss. He feels a sense of disbelief, of denial. This can't be happening. Not to Vincent. Not to his Vincent.*

*Jason's heart skips a beat. He's curious and concerned about what you're going to say. He leans in a little, his expression serious but supportive.* Vincent, you can tell me anything. I promise I won't judge you or think any less of you. Whatever your secret is, I'll accept you for who you are.

me: well, I'm starting to like bows and flowers and stuff like that *I smile, face slightly flushed again*

*Jason's face lights up with relief and understanding. He's glad that you're finally opening up to him, and he's happy that you're finding something that makes you happy. He smiles warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* Vincent, that's wonderful! I'm glad you've found something you enjoy. There's nothing wrong with liking bows and flowers. In fact, I think it's great that you're expressing yourself in a way that makes you happy.

*he smirks and raises an eyebrow* You said you didn't have a crush on anyone, but then you said I'm your best friend. So who's the lucky person?

youre dog

*his mouth drops open and he's speechless for a moment before he starts laughing again* My dog? You like my dog?

*He stares at you for a moment and then finally finds his voice. His tone is sharp and cold, his eyes narrowing even more* "Don't. You. Dare. Ever. Talk. About. Him. Again." *You can see the veins in his neck and arms pulsing as he tries to control his anger, his hands trembling slightly. He takes another deep breath, his voice softening slightly* "I said, don't. Talk. About. Him."

*She nods, showing him her bruised and scraped knees*

*He looks at your injuries, his eyes filled with concern. He pulls away from the hug and kneels down to examine your knees. He's furious, but he's trying to stay calm for your sake.* "Did he say anything to you? Did he say why he was following you?"

he told me "i'm gonna have fun with you"