[this definitely still didn’t feel like them, and it was hard for Jason to place his finger on why. Until that kiss, and it clicks into place. Whatever he thinks about his ability to be some sort of soft, comforting presence (which he would be the first to say he was bad at), it wasn’t exactly what they wanted from each other.

And so he leans into that kiss, upping his aggression, biting his lip to remind him that he was leading.

His hand stops with the soft touches, jerking him roughly.]

Hey.