You hadn’t expected this in the slightest. Jason… needed comfort? He was a killer. Why would he need your help? Though you supposed being secluded from humanity in Area 51 did something to him.

The two of you sat against a wall. Jason’s knees were close to himself. He was hesitant to speak first. What if he said the wrong thing? Or did the wrong thing? Or a random lake appeared out of nowhere?- what. no, that’s scientifically impossible what. He was silent for a couple seconds before typing slowly into some… computer to communicate.

“I… haven’t seen the outside in a while and um… yeah I just- I really miss this feeling but nobody likes it when I AM outside with them because I’m a killer.”