If someone would have told him dying was only revive the parts of your own life, looking them from the outside and unable to do anything to prevent his worst mistakes ( he had to endure the embarrassment of the whole fiasco with Lauren... and Ms. Goldberg, all over again ) , he probably would have fought a little harder to stay alive. But--- who is he kidding. His body gave down. The disease took its toll on him, left nothing but a shell of the man he used to be, of the man in front of him now.
His arms cross over his chest, while he looks his younger self get into the tiny bathroom of his college room. Why is he here again ? His question is answered when he hears someone wincing on the other room and can’t help to smile a little bit. He knows this dance; he knows that person’s voice all too well. His closest friend and biggest regret, probably. Was this the night Jason came to be ? He hopes futilely he can do things better this time around.
“ You should give her some water, lean her some aspirins ” he says, a habit he still hasn’t shake off completely, even when he knows his younger self won’t listen to him ... Except, he seems to be looking right at him in that very moment.
“ Oh, so now you can see me ? ” he can’t help to feel a little bothered, not even once considering how ir must be for his younger self.