✰ ✰ ✰ Jason Thomas Phelps ✰ ✰ ✰
"Don't call me immature. You look like you're around my age," Jason snapped. "And I'd just woken up in a strange room with memories of being kidnapped off the beach after being attacked by a villain I thought was a
cartoon. So I'm sorry if getting dressed was the furthest thing from my mind at the time." His fingers curled into fists and he took a deep breath. He did NOT want to start getting angry now. "Look, I think we all need to calm down. It's useless to get mad at each other when we should be working together to decide where to go from here."