There's a lot to unpack in Jason's life and now that he's met so many people here, he often forgets what pieces he has shared with whom. The demigod bit seems to throw people enough for a loop without piling on about being a former praetor and other titles.

At this point in the day Jason could be found hanging out by the Bonfire. Now that the skies were lighter, it was less populated that usual, but it was familiar and warm in the cold. Jason could look up at the sky or watch the flames without being bothered by his newly gained trio of spirits.

He looks up when he sees a familiarly large figure approach and looks at the offered hand. he doesn't have to touch it to know it's probably something set on board the Argo II. Still, might as well see what the sky wanted to remind him of. He opens his eyes again when the memory finishes, looking at the jagged lightning pattern inside.

He smiles sheepishly, "Sorry. I guess I'm not good at talking about my experiences. Yeah, that was the Argo II. I think I mentioned it when we were working on those boats that one time." The smile falters a bit as he thinks about the last time he was on a boat with the man before him. He hadn't meant to start avoiding him, but that must have been what it seemed like. "I always did better in the air, it was Percy who was in charge of it when we were on open water."