Jason smiled sadly into Cami's kiss, returning it in earnest, partially because he just plain wanted to and partially because he knew it was the last New Years Eve kiss he'd have in a very long time. If ever again, for that matter, which was what he was leaning toward, honestly. He couldn't picture effectively 'replacing' Cami, ever.
He opened his mouth to echo the sentiment when the ship seemed to jolt sideways and he barely had enough time to cover Alli's head as he was thrown off the bed, Cami right beside him, as though the two of them had been spilled off in the bed's protest or something. His neck snapped back and with a sickening sensation of whiplash, Jason's head collided with a heavy thud against the wall almost at the same time as his back hit the corner of the dresser, eliciting a grunt of pain and knocking the wind out of him.
Dazed, Jason registered that Alli was screaming and that Cami was quiet and neither was a comforting sound, but he couldn't seem to get his vision to focus well enough to look and with the wind knocked out of him, he couldn't even breathe, much less ask if they were all right. It was probably the most helpless he'd felt in his life, second only to hearing Cami's prognosis for the first time...