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He follows you into the bathroom one day and you have to pee so bad you can’t even be bothered to stop him. You allow him to stand against the counter facing you and continue the conversation.

When you reach to grab toilet paper you just look at him, “Are you seriously gonna watch me wipe?”

“Yeah.” Jason says it so plainly, as if you asked if he wanted a cup of water.

“You’re such a freak.” You say with a shake of your head, finishing your business.

“It’s literally just pee, babe. I don’t care.” He argues. “Besides, you’re just as much of a freak as me. You’ve got no room to talk.”

“Look at us, a pair of freaks.” You’re beside him at the counter now washing your hands.

Jason doesn’t offer a reply, simply leans over to place a gentle kiss to your cheek.

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“Jay, I’m plucking my eyebrows. Why are you so close to me.”

Your boyfriend slithered up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist while you leaned into the mirror for a better view.

“‘Cause I wanna be. Can’t I be close to my girl?” His words are muffled in your shoulder blade.

Sighing, truly not that upset, you mumble. “Okay.”

He stays curled up behind you as you finish your mission: making your eyebrows perfect. The entire time his face is either in your back or watching your reflection in the mirror as if you’re the most beautiful thing he’s seen. As if you aren’t making the most egregious faces trying to get the angle you need.

“So pretty, baby.”

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“Okay, that’s it!” You scream out at Jason one day.

You’d walked into the bathroom 30 minutes ago to give yourself a pedicure. Soaking your feet in a warm bath with fancy products.

Jason has been sitting with you the whole time. Not saying a word, simply providing company while you both do your own thing.

When you’d pulled your feet out and began to dry them off, ready to trims your nails, Jason pulled the tools from your hands and dragged your feet into his lap.

That’s when you’d lost it.

“Why the hell are you trying to cut my fucking toenails, Jason Todd!”

His head whips up to look at you, deer in headlights look at your outrage. He makes no comment, looking confused.

“Doesn’t any of this get to you? Watching me piss and pop pimples and cut my damn ingrowns!” You feel insane. Surely this isn’t normal behavior. Not that you mind it, but why is he doing it?

You refuse to admit that deep down you worry all of this was gonna make him sick of you one day. That he’d see a flaw too closely, something about you that’s too real, and maybe he wouldn’t like it.

“Because it’s you.” His reply comes easy. Simple.

“What?” You’re slightly breathless. Chest previously heaving with bewilderment now struck with a deep wave of love for Jason.

“It’s just you, baby. I don’t care what you’re doing, I just wanna be with you. It’s not gross if it’s you. I want to help you with everything. If you’ll have me, that is.” As if to prove his point, he lifts your still damp foot up and places a kiss to your ankle.

“Jason, that’s- you.” You struggle for words. “That’s actually really fuckin’ sweet.” Tears start to form in your eyes as you take in his admission. “You really feel that way?”

“Remember the first time I opened up to you- the day we moved in together. Told you about how hard it might be to live with me?” Jason’s words are soft. You nod in affirmation.

“You told me, that loving me would never be hard. That no matter how much work it was, you’d never mind it because it was me.” His hands rub gently over your legs.

“It changed something for me, I dunno.” He mumbles, “Made me realize how you’ve never once balked or shied away from anything I ever showed you. How you’ve never made any part of me feel wrong. That’s what it’s like for me, too.”

The tears are falling freely now, warm salt dripping down your cheeks.

“I love you.” There’s nothing else you can think to say.

“I love you.”

“And here I was thinking you’re some freak.” You joke, tears still wetting your shirt.