Jason drinks his coffee. Blinking and looked at her. Exactly as she was predicting he had a mixture of fear and hope. Yet there was also major confusion and doubt that it was real. Not that he thought she was the type to torment him with empty promises but he was so used to nothing good happening, minus his twins, that he had a hard time accepting this reality. Mostly because he was afraid if he accepted reality it would turn out to be just a dream. A wishful hopeful dream but nothing more. He didn't mean to flinch but was worried. He reaches and takes the syrup. Putting it on the pancakes. "Not your fault." He says in a slight murmer. Shaking his head. Pain on his features at the suggestion. He felt horrible now that she even thought she had to ask that question. Was his company really that unbearable? He wasn't meaning to think negative thoughts but if you were in his shoes you would be too. Expecially when your so used to nothing good happening or being said. He looks down and starts to eat. He smiled a teensy bit. "Thanks for the choice though." He says. Masking the fact he was feeling part of it was his company was unbearable. He eats more. Enjoying his food. It was a small pancake but even though he tried he could only eat three-fourths of it before he pushed the plate away. Saddened by the fact he couldn't even finish his pancake. He bit his lower lip. The tension told he was uncertain if he was going to be beat for not finishing it. When no attack came he relaxed a bit. He wasn't used to not being in trouble all the time.