C1 | Steph + Jason
Jason winced, too, when Steph did. He realised a moment later that he probably shouldn't have said anything. "No- that wasn't- I mean that's not-" he rubbed his hand over his face. "It's cool, maybe when I get outta here I can Twenty-One Jump Street it or something."
He went for a grin, trying to let her know that honestly he was okay. But that he felt bad for making her feel bad, because he did.
Thank god the conversation moved on. He clutched to that. "I dunno, pretty sure I could rustle up a few people to form a new, Steph-based religion. Provided you were a benevolent goddess and gifted us with cookies and cakes regularly." He chuckled. "Nah, lemme try some of your baked delights and then I'll decide if it's too much credit or not."
As her face lit up, Jason's lips curled up into a soft smile, much softer than the wide grins he often offered people. The expression was a little more private, just generally softer, and he listened as she enthused about the baked goods, taking the toffee piece but frowning at her a little bit.
"Steph," he said seriously, sniffing the toffee piece curiously, refraining from trying it just yet, "if you think that some kind of caramel tart is better than sex, the guys you've been doing sex with have been doing it wrong."
Of course, then he dropped the piece into his mouth and made a slightly inappropriate sound because shit, that tasted good.