[ To be fair to Jason, at least part of the responsibility of that night rested upon Hana as well. Maybe fooling around with your best friend while he was sick wasn't the smartest idea, no, but— she was a nineteen-year-old pilot who no longer had the fate of her country and her world resting upon her shoulders all of a sudden. As far as she was concerned, that lapse in judgment was harmless.

(Harmless, of course, except for the fact that these two not only caught the flu, but caught feelings?)

All of that aside, though, she was happy to be able to banter and talk with him like this again. All that time he had spent avoiding her really did bother her, and though she still didn't understand the full depth of why he did what he did... he was talking to her again, and that was the most important outcome.

So he earned a quick shrug of her shoulders for pointing out that she'd copied his order just as he bumped shoulders with her. And then she locked her eyes onto his as she reached over and stole a fry from him in plain view. ]

Same stuff as usual. Patrols, working on projects, hanging out with Shiro, all of that stuff. Oh, though I'm kind of thinking about moving out to my own place soon.

[ She quirked an eyebrow at him. ]

Unless... you got room in that big mansion of yours?