#inspired by some of my earliest fic way way back in the ff.net days 😭

[syoddeye]

For Isa @alwaysshallow, based on my reply to this post lmao

You wake to the sound of your husband hurriedly packing a suitcase.

“Jason? What are you doing?” You ask, voice thick with sleep.

He sighs, avoiding your gaze to cram another dozen pairs of underwear into the bag and simultaneously light a cigarette.

Gross. Wait. Where did that come from? When did Jason start smoking?

“They are here.” He says solemnly, promptly stubbing the cigarette out on the bedpost.

Okay, wasteful, much?

“Who?” You ask, sitting up to scratch your head.

“Your new owners,” He scrubs a hand over his face, his limpid blue orbs finally meeting yours. “I’m sorry, honey. I sold you to Task Force 141.”