( he's not sure which is the worse move to make here: not going over a list, or going over one. makes deciding which he should do a little difficult - but jason figures, to hell with it, he's cleared out all the listening bugs, no one will believe kyle. arms tighten around kyle, slowly warming fingers pressed to his ribcage. )

You're a mess. A disaster of a human being. You wear your heart on your sleeve with blaring neon lights pointing directly to it, even though you know that's a shit idea. You could kick my ass without blinking if you really wanted to, but instead you let me in under your guard like an idiot. You don't take my shit, nor do you let me get away with anything if you know I'm pushin' it too far. You're soft, but you're an ass. You make me wanna see just how hard I can shove before you snap and hold you tight all in the same moment. You're not afraid to live; you give everything your all, even knowing chances're high it'll break you.