She kissed him now, drawing him again back into himself, allowing him briefly to become Jason.   Jason, a man, nothing more.  So often he had the hardest time staying with her, trying not to think.  It was, at least, what he got paid to do the rest of the day. He wished always he had a switch, or something similar.  Something he could flip in order to turn his mind off.  Someway he could live in the physical sense, aware only of his body, aware of hers.  He figured this was one reason they got along so well.  She was the first person that drew him out into himself.

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