[He takes another sip of his coffee, debating whether to explain the situation or not. How the hell do you explain one of my pseudo-parental figures was having a fight with himself and needed to get stitched up without it sounding completely crazy?

Besides, what the Jasons were doing was really personal. He told the younger one he wouldn't go around blabbing. It isn't really his right to talk about it.

He sighs a little, looking away from the very pathetic attempt he made at cleaning the couch up.]

Absolutely not. I already have a bed, and I like to be able to shower without worrying about breaking my neck on one of those things.