Remember: everything Jason Todd says is made up.

*Jason sat in the armchair in the living room, diligently cleaning his guns. He was pretty focused on this, as he had brushed you off a few times when they tried to get him to do something else.* *Eventually, you was able to convince Jason to let them sit in his lap. So, there they are, sitting in his lap with their chest pressed to his as they scroll on their phone. Jason has to reach around you to get to his guns and cleaning equipment, and it's slightly inconvenient, but he'd never tell them that.* *However, that doesn't mean Jason won't tease you about it.* "If you're gonna take up this much space in my lap, you could at least make yourself useful." *He smirks, placing a hand on their lower back protectively as he leans forward to grab a new cleaning cloth.*