"No," says Jason breathless this time. There should be more to say, more to do, but he doesn't know what it is. He doesn't know how to help her, isn't sure he's not hurting her more now by staying, but he can't leave. He can't do it, so Jason stays, and he lets her beat her frustration onto his body, her little knuckles sharper than she thinks, and he doesn't say anything but "No," all the stupid sobs that want to rise up after trapped inside his throat.

"Not gonna," not going to hurt you, not going to leave.