You can feel Jason's eyes on you as you're bent over your paperwork. Your focus is fraying with the weight of his gaze following your every breath. You told him you needed no distractions to get your work done, and he seems to have decided that staring didn't count as distracting you. "You look bored," Jason drawls. Your hand clenches around your pen, refusing to turn to him. You don't need to look at them to feel the intent and want in his gaze. "Sure you don't wanna do something else?"