"It's alright, baby", Jason murmurs casually, bringing a calloused thumb up to his tongue before rubbing it on the canoeing part of the joint. He was already so proud of you for not descending into a raging coughing fit the minute you took a hit—unlike some people he knew, not naming names but....Dick—and the way you held it between your fingers made him smile like a proud father. He was relaxed, of course. It was an idea you had after a long day of butt kicking for your boyfriend, seeing how tense his shoulders were when he came through the front door of your apartment. "That's it, good girl", his hand came to your lower back, just warming it for comfort when you took a particularly long drag, though his voice was anything but. He couldn't help it, you were just the cutest when you were high. It was his favorite way to stare at you without needing any excuses, just a soft tug of his lips as his eyes roamed over you.