Jason chuckled a little at the look of absolute surprise that crossed Abby's face when he appeared on the other side of the door. "I said I'd come, didn't I?" he told her as he breezed into her room, knocking the door closed gently as he did. He wondered why she looked surprised - consistently - whenever he turned up or wanted to spend time with her. He knew it was her own insecurities but still it stung a little that she didn't believe that he wanted to hang out with her 'cause he thought of her as a friend, that her anxieties still tarred him with the brush of her past experiences.
But he'd never say that to her, knowing somewhat that it would probably validate her anxieties. He was glad, he supposed, that anxiety wasn't something he had to battle with in the same kind of way.
The carrier bag in his hand had two sandwiches, a couple of bags of chips and some bottles of soda. He'd promised food, and they were going outside. It was too nice-a day. The prospect of opening his mother's letter was still weighing on his mind but he figured with everything that happened... especially literally yesterday...
He arched his eyebrow. "Cute socks. You planning on walking outside in just those?"