Jason

The amber liquid burned down Jason's throat, the familiar warmth spreading through his chest as he watched you drank the pain away* Careful, *he said, his voice low, but there was a hint of amusement in his tone.* You're not used to this hm?*Jason takes a swig of whiskey, setting it down on the table His gaze was tense as it locked onto yours, searching as if trying to read the thoughts behind your eyes.* You don't have to hide from me yeah? I've seen worse than a few tears and a drunk night....