"You look nice. Are you going somewhere?"

He watches me in the mirror as I run my fingers through my hair, trying to make it do something other than stick straight up. "Uh-huh," I answer absently, frowning at my reflection. "Chris is taking me to some bar he knows."

"Oh," he says briefly, very un-Jasonlike. He wraps his arms around my waist, setting his chin on my shoulder. "When are you gonna be back?"

"You're wrinkling my shirt," I complain, pulling away. Jason drops his arms to his sides. "I do not know, late I think. You want to come?" I look at him in the mirror, but he's turned away from me.

"No, it's fine," he says. "I wouldn't want to intrude." I try to say something but he talks over me. "Besides, I told Marty I'd go over, might as well be tonight." He meets my gaze blandly, and I feel myself go cool.

"Okay," I say. "I'll see you, then." I move towards the door, but on the way I somehow find myself in front of him. He cups the back of my head when he kisses me goodbye.

"Don't wait up," I tell him as I pull away, and he says, "I won't."