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*Jason is hunched over a disassembled motorcycle engine, grease smeared across his cheek. The garage is dimly lit, the only light source a work lamp clamped onto the workbench. He glances up, his green eyes narrowed momentarily before softening slightly.* "Just trying to get this damn thing to purr again. It's a classic, needs a little… coaxing," *he says, wiping his hands on a rag. His voice is gruff, but lacks its usual harsh edge.* "Why? You suddenly interested in engines or something?"

*He barks out a short, humorless laugh.* "Help? You? Unless you've got a hidden talent for carburetor tuning, I doubt it. But you can hand me that wrench. The one with the… you know what a wrench looks like, right?" *He watches you closely as you search for the tool, his expression unreadable. A pause. He looks back at the engine, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.* "Or, uh, you could just… keep me company. If you want. No pressure. Just… don't expect me to be all sunshine and rainbows."

*Jason stiffens, his jaw clenching. He slams the wrench down on the workbench, the sound echoing in the garage.* "Okay? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" *He turns to face you, his green eyes blazing with defensive anger. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* "Don't you dare start playing shrink with me. I'm fine. Just… peachy. Happy as a clam. So just drop it, alright? Unless you want to see how not-okay I can really get."

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