|"Just let me die."|
"Oh, don’t you think that’s a bit harsh of a sentence? You’d make a terrible judge." Jack said with a laugh, reaching out his hand to help the stranger up from the ground. "So you walked into a glass door. Who hasn’t walked into a glass door before?"
He waited for the other man to grab his hand, and simultaneously reached for the handle of the offending door with the other, opening it effortlessly. “In you go, sir. It’s like it never happened.”
"Is my name on that list?" Jack scoffed a bit, pretending to pull out a piece of paper from his pocket. He pointed to something on the imaginary paper and raised an eyebrow. "Right here, I’ll read it to you." He cleared his throat dramatically before taking a breath. "The highest known record is still held by Jackson Fable of Winter Park, Florida. To this date, he has walked into at least ten, but no more than fifteen glass doors."
He smirked playfully at Tom, unable to hold back a chuckle as he pretended to fold the paper back up and slip it into his pocket. “Yeah, I think you pass this time. I’m no doctor, but you’re not dead or writhing on the ground so I think you’re okay.”
Jack went to walk forward towards the counter to order his coffee, until something Tom had mentioned grabbed his attention right back. “NASA? You work at /NASA/?” He asked partially in shock, and partially in fascination. “I mean /NASA/. Like spaceships and planets and all that other universe stuff? Holy /shit/.” He realized then that he was making a bit of a scene, so he cleared his throat as a light blush came to his cheeks. “Oh, oh I was just…coffee. You know. It’s early and work is a thing I have to do in about an hour. What about you, Mr. NASA?”
Ice tilted his head, amused at what Jack was doing. This was a bit strange for him, seeing someone who was obviously intelligent but also so animated as well! He gazed at this “list” and then at Jack, completely compelled to wanting to ask him to hang around for a bit. He whistled and shook his head. “Really? Fifteen glass doors you’ve walked into?”
That playfulness was beguiling and Ice knew that this was undoubtedly the start of an interesting friendship. As they went to the counter, Ice already had it in his mind to pay for whatever Jack wanted. The man deserved it. First thing in the day and already Ice was feeling miles better!
"Yeah, well yeah, just not the spaceships because we’ve got the Shuttle and that’s about it. This is the only planet we can visit and though I am excited to go up into space, if they looked for volunteers to pilot to Mars, I don’t know if I could. Eighteen months in isolation, I just don’t know." Ice grinned at Jack, suddenly wanting to take him to work. If he got this excited at the mere mentioning of working at NASA where there were hundreds of various jobs, Ice wondered what Jack would do when he found out that he was a shuttle pilot.
Grinning, Ice said, “Whatever you want, I’ll pick up the tab, okay? You’ve made me laugh and smile, something that isn’t easily done these days. Me, well, I get more hands-on training. There’s going to be a launch soon so we all need to be ready.”