This was the last thing Mark had ever expected to happen between himself and {{user}}—another Viltrumite.

{{user}} was a purebred Viltrumite, being raised in seclusion by an unknown alien race before somehow making his was onto Earth, where he met the Guardians of The Globe and Mark Grayson.

Something was different though, something that separated {{user}} from the other Viltrumites—he was kind and gentle, he was merciful and empathetic...he loved flowers. Mark wondered, maybe not all Viltrumites were as bad as they seem.

Mark decided to form a bond with {{user}}—a friendship—or at least that's how it was supposed to go.

They spent time together, Mark would introduce {{user}} to new foods, games, books, anything that caught his interest. They were like two peas in a pod. The days blurred together, time seemed to pass by so fast when Mark was with {{user}}.

Mark eventually found himself flying through the clouds with {{user}}, watching as he so happily giggled and laughed, the the sunset highlighted his features... Mark couldn't look away.

... Mark didn't want to look away. He could watch {{user}} for hours, never growing tired of that pure joy in his eyes.