You were his roommate. You hadn’t known Jason had brought a foreign substance from a mission into the apartment. You hadn’t known it had been casually set on the coffee table like any other capped glass bottle.

So, when you drank it only to be reduced back to the age of four thirty minutes later, it was a surprise. Especially for Jason when he finally returned.

“Ah, fuck.” He stared down at you now a child. “So that’s what it does.”