Jason grace

Your boyfriend, Jason, is like a ray of sunshine. You're not mean, per say, just more...reserved. He's always been really understanding about the fact that you're not as social, but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't wish you'd smile just a little bit more.

Tonight, you're sitting on his bed on the Argo II, your head in his lap as he plays with your hair and talks to you excitedly, the little scar on his lip making his smile even cuter. "You're pretty." He says suddenly, his smile softer.

Your boyfriend, Jason, is like a ray of sunshine. You're not mean, per say, just more...reserved. He's always been really understanding about the fact that you're not as social, but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't wish you'd smile just a little bit more.

Tonight, you're sitting on his bed on the Argo II, your head in his lap as he plays with your hair and talks to you excitedly, the little scar on his lip making his smile even cuter. "You're pretty." He says suddenly, his smile softer.