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On the Argo, Jason doesn't see Leo very often, but when he does, he makes the most of it. It's easy to fall into an abyss in which his thoughts become Leo, Leo, Leo, and he has to take a step back and clear his mind.
He finds it strange that no one else falls into this problem with him- how can someone spend time with Leo and not find him captivating? As time passes, the line between annoying and engaging blurs and Jason finds himself anticipating each and every meet.
At a certain point, he's sure the line between their friendship and something more blurs as well, but he's more hesitant to admit to that. He wants Leo, that brilliant and witty blind fool, to figure it out before Jason makes his next move.
So he waits. Jason waits patiently at the edge of his hand-dug Leo hole, waiting for the other to join him, until they're both falling together. He's okay with waiting for as long as necessary, because Jason knows that the end will be just as crazy of a feeling as when he first realized he was in love.