When you had decided to work as an astronaut, you didnt expect to see this.

A man in your ship, with skin that was blistering hot in the cold of space, curiously trying out the preserved packs of barely flavored juice in your ship.

You watch as another glowing hand reached out for another pack, your lips pursed into a thin line as you hear the plastic lightly sizzle, to which the other gives you an apologetic shrug for it. "So," he starts, leaning back on the wall of the ship. "You dont need that suit in here?" He cocks his head to the side, you nod in reply, eyes roaming over his curious figure. He looks more human now, definitely easier on the eyes compared to when you first met him.

They all started as fleeting glances, you had thought yourself insane when you started seeing a glowing figure at the corner of your eye, curiously watching you as you made your way out of the ship to gather samples from mars. Then there was the time you looked out the window and caught a glimpse of feathers — you slapped yourself then, hoping to break out of your stupor.

It was when your suit malfunctioned and you were scrambling to make your way back to the ship that he'd decided to appear. You couldve died then, a hero to knowledge; he had other plans.

Jason felt his heart clench a little at the sight of the charred fabric, he really didnt mean to hold you in his true form — but push came to shove and he had to, for your sake. He thinks it was stupid for him to give himself away so easily, but he could spend eternity berating himself later, for now, he wanted to enjoy some juice. He'd spent days in his immortal life alone and lost to the throes of the universe, so a companion made him more than thankful.

"Been a while since Ive seen a human," he remarks and tips his head back, the glowing white streak in his hair reflecting the light off the walls. "Last I saw, you sent men to the moon." He clicks his tongue, scrunching his nose up as he tries to taste the juice.