The hot sun beat down on you and the crew of the Argo II, no clouds in the air to shield you from the aching heat that seemed to seep into your skin and marinate you in its uncomfortable presence. Despite what most would consider common sense, you hadn’t had any water that day, wanting to save it for the others who seemed equally bogged down by this sudden heat wave. You’d slipped under the radar, thank the gods, everyone too focused on keeping themselves cool to notice when one of their friends kept stumbling and falling under dizzy spells. Or so you thought.

Of course, one always notices. It’s like clockwork at this point—don’t take care of yourself for a day and he’s there, with a plate of food or gently leading you to get some sleep or pulling you away from work to take a walk. He was more reliable than the sun rising at dawn; Jason. As soon as you had met, he seemed to almost attach himself to you, protective and caring at every turn. Always asking for your opinion. Always making you feel welcome. Like a big brother.

Of course, today was no different. As the ship hit a slightly larger wave than normal, you felt your head spin and you lost your balance, stumbling. Almost immediately, you felt someone catch you and gently help you back up to your feet. Turning around, the concerned eyes of Jason Grace met yours as he held out a plastic water bottle. “Hey, {{user}}. Take a drink, I don’t think you’ve had enough today…”