thinking about crying in front of AK!jason and him not knowing what to do. he would be so awkward about it too, trying to pat your back or stiffly hug you. he’s never been comforted before you showed up so he’s still learning 💔
YES! 🥺 oh our sweet boy. He does try his best.
This is exactly how I imagine seeing you cry would go down. Especially for the first time. You’re sat in bed crying over how hard life has been to him. He’s just got back from patrol, climbing through your living room window not wanting to wake you if he climbed through your bedroom one.
You don’t hear him at this point but he noticed that you’re awake. Your bedroom door is slightly ajar, the light from your lamp peeking out of the crack. He’s discarded his helmet, jacket, gun holsters and boots leaving him in his Kevlar vest and thick combat bottoms (that make his thighs looks so 🫦…anyway)..
You’re still unaware of his presence at this point. He’s of course a very highly trained vigilante. He knows how to move around stealthily even without meaning to. He’s carrying all of his belongings towards the bedroom, he can hear sniffling through the door. A bit of panic sets over him and he lights kicks the door open more with his foot, and there he sees you crying on your shared bed. Completely in shock that he’s there right in front of you, you freeze. He freezes too..looking at you cry. He’s never seen you cry before. But now assumes he knows why. He’s come to the conclusion that You do it when he’s not around to save him the grief of having to deal with your emotions as well as his.
You’re staring up at him hurriedly trying to wipe your tears knowing it’s too late to hide how you feel. The attempt to hide your tears fails miserably and you greet him in the softest tone he’s ever heard come from your throat
“H-hi, Jay”. This time, you break the eye contact and you try and hide your face to the side. Jason, unknowing what to do takes a deep breath. His anxiousness radiating off of him “y/n?…w-whats..why?” Is all he can muster up.
You turn your slightly teared stained face to him and you give him a soft smile. A look of hurt flashes on his face, if you didn’t know him enough, you would’ve missed it completely before his face went back to being its usual stotic expression. You sit up and face him more
“I-I’m ok jay” you say in between light sniffles “im just a little in my head, b-ut I’m ok. I promise”. Jason is stood by the bedroom door very tense. You can tell even when he’s trying to hide it that his head is running at a million miles per hour. His jaw slightly clenched, his eyebrows trying their best not to scrunch up in to a frown.
“I- wh- are you…ok?” He wanted to face palm himself with a massive rock. What a stupid thing to ask. You were sat there with a sad smile on your face. Light streams of tears still rolling down your face. You know he’s not good at dealing with emotions and you was hoping he wouldn’t have to see you this way. Seeing him stood there so lost and confused not knowing what to do, but still trying to make an effort made your heart melt a little. You straighten yourself up and sigh lightly
“I’m good Jason. I promise. And for reassurance, I’m not crying because you did something wrong. I’m just…lost in thought about a few things” you say with as much confidence as you can muster up. He gives you a slight unimpressed look and quietly makes his way over to the bed. He awkwardly sits on the edge of the side he sleeps, his back turned to you.
“Y/n..if it is…” you cut him off predicting what he’s about to say next. “Jay I can swear to you it’s not over something you did, who you are..what you do as a “job”…You’re fine. I’m fine. We’re fine. It’s just….other stuff getting to me” you spoke ever so soft. He slowly turned to you, to see that smile he loves so much. A soft loving smile only meant for him. Even if there is tears streaming down your face..he doesn’t love it any less.
Him turning was clearly the wrong move, because you let out a little sob..trying your hardest to bite back anymore tears from coming out. This time, he turns his body fully to face you, only a small gap separating you physically. As hopeless as he’s feeling at making you feel better, he slowly reaches for your hand, both of your hands trembling. You gladly accept it and you stare in to each others eyes, you’ve never seen him look at you so softly before
“If there’s…anything I can do…t…to help? I’m all ears” He speaks in almost a whisper. He knows he sucks at this stuff, but seeing you in such a state has him heart broken. He wishes In that moment you didn’t have the ability to feel or think anything negative.
“You being here..with me…is all I need to make me feel better Jay, Ok? Don’t worry your pretty little head about me” you pout your lips with still smile. You cautiously reach other to give him a kiss and he accepts. Kissing you every so delicately, like you’re about to shatter in to pieces. You can feel a slight tremble on his lips. He’s the first to pull away, tears welling in his eyes giving you a tiny tiny sad smile back
“And besides, look on the bright side, you’ve now seen me like this…at least is uncovers that part? yknow?” If it wasn’t for you being upset he would’ve rolled his eyes, but instead he goes in for a bit of a more tender and meaningful kiss, squeezing your hand ever so slightly. He still remaining eye contact as soon as you both open your eyes. Your tears have seemed to stop, face still red and painted with streaks but it’s more than enough for him to feel at least a little better from when he first walked in
“I’m sorry I suck at this stuff y/n, but I’m trying. I’m trying just for..for you” he whispers, a slight voice crack makes its way to his throat
“You’re doing perfect, love”
