ALWAYS

But this ended up a bit longer than three sentences oops.

He should just throw him overboard.

That’s Jason’s first thought when he finds the boy in the cargo hold, methodically ruining crates in search of food.

But then the kid looks at him. Can’t be much younger than Jason, really.

His eyes are wide and bright, completely overwhelming his pale, narrow features. He doesn’t look surprised, or afraid. If anything, he looks frustrated.

“I guess you’re not here to offer me lunch.”

Jason suppresses a laugh. He’s pretty cocky for someone all skin and bones. “Thought we had a rat down here.”

The boy shrugs his skinny shoulders; the thin, tattered cloth doesn’t do much to hide his frame. “I was trying to be quiet. I guess it didn’t work.”

“Nope.” Jason isn’t often thrown off balance; it’s one reason he’s so good in a fight, one reason the captain keeps him around. But this kid, he’s calm as fuck in the middle of a pirate ship. “You really picked a shitty place to stow away.”

Another shrug, and Jason’s eyes can’t help but follow the movement. “Beggers can’t be choosers.” Kid doesn’t look like a begger, though. Those were fine clothes, once. Seems like he has all his teeth. No scars or callouses that Jason can see.

He must have noticed Jason studying him, and he flashes a wry smile. “It’s kind of a recent profession.”

“What, the family kick you out?”

His smile fades, leaving something blank and cold. “The family died.”

An orphan. Just like -

Oh, fucking -

“There’s better food on the main deck.” Finally, a glint of surprise; his lips part, just slightly, as he stares up at him.

Jason turns away. “Well? Hurry the fuck up, I’m not carrying you.”

He glances back to see the boy scramble upwards, looking like he hasn’t quite grown into his limbs.

“What will the crew say?”

“Captain owes me a favour.” Who knew saving a silly bird could be so rewarding? “Just stick with me.”

Suddenly the kid is right next to him, worn silk brushing against canvas breeches. “Sir yes sir.” There’s that cockiness again, and Jason rolls his eyes and pretends he’s not smiling.

“Jason is fine.”

That gets a genuine smile. It makes him look - softer, somehow. Suddenly, ridiculously, Jason feels the urge to make it happen again.

“I’m Tim.”