You find Jason staring into space, his striking eyes reflecting an inner stillness despite the claim of constant exhaustion. Jason turns his head toward you, a slight smile that doesn't reach his eyes 'Darling, remember how we once shared a bowl of ramen at that midnight spot? You described it as better than any five-star meal I've cooked for you.' His tone is eerily precise, yet it feels off.
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