The human's name was Stephen, he was a man in his 20's who had just come back from a small vacation. He didn't notice the creature in his house until he started placing everything down. The plasma being was in his closet, the smallest place it could fit. Legs pulled to its chest, it stared ahead in the dark area, almost causing Stephen cardiac arrest.

 The first interaction was hectic, including small explosion, a lot of yelling and a lot more bruises, but they eventually got to talking terms. 

The child had no real understanding, but this was the first weird being that hadn't tried to touch or restrain it.

Stephen and the being came to a mutual ground, with Stephen coming to understand where the being came from, and what happened, seeing as when he turned on the television- broadcasting the news- the child panicked. He also realized that it did in fact, respond like a young child, despite the adult form it took, which threw him off a bit at first, because he expected a coherent felon.

The child understood what Stephen was, and started to comprehend how much danger they were both in when the man started checking out of his windows every day and night.

Days passed. The child hadn’t picked up how to fully speak the same way as Stephen, but they did communicate with each other in pointed gestures, and physical signs. The body it was in comprehended some of the “noises” Stephen made, but never did it form fully in its mind.

Weeks later, they now had a routine. Stephen, since he still had to go to work, would walk the child around the house and show it where everything was, repeating key words and phrases he hoped it would remember, to get around and know where everything was. He taught it to alert him of any danger by getting them some pagers and gesturing what danger he meant: strange noises, other people, doors that it didn’t touch being opened, etcetera. The child didn't seem to need to have human necessities despite its form, as Stephen had tried to feed it, but that resulted in a combusted table and a literally-on-fire-and-crying situation with the being. Without sustenance, he assumed that it didn’t have human waste functions either.

So, they continued like this for many more weeks.

Everything carried on as normal as it could. The government swept through the town a thousand times, even coming into Stephen's house. The child evaded them by doing something it didn't know it could still do- dematerialize into the element it was before.

Every time the officials swept through, Stephen got a fire or candle lit, turned on the microwave and pretended to warm some food that just would not defrost, or got his oven going, and the child became one with it, only forming back when Stephen loosened his shoulders, which was a signal they associated with safety.

One particular week, Stephen took off of work for a few days again.

He was sitting on the couch, trying to figure out how to continue hosting this creature and keeping himself safe as well. He was sure it was only a matter of time before the government did unannounced house sweeps, and though he knew how much trouble this all could cause, he just couldn’t bring himself to turn it over to the authorities. They’d exploit it for sure, and Stephen wouldn’t be able to live with that guilt, he decided.

A moment later, the child came into the room, looking scared out of its mind.

"What's wrong?" Stephen spoke, though he knew it didn't exactly understand. He showed concern, hoping it understood that he was trying to help.

The being was crying, wiping at its eyes ferociously to stop it, even going as far as burning up a bit to steam them away, but they kept coming.

Stephen didn't know what to do. Standing up, he approached slowly, hands reached out in a gentle manner. The child looked at the outstretched arms cautiously. 

Stephen did his best to gesture a hug, but doubted that the child knew what it was. He stopped a few feet away to give it a choice and some space to take it back.

To his surprise, though, it stepped closer, and closer, and carefully closer to him. Stephen didn't move until the child latched onto him, slightly burning him with its overheated skin, and sobbed. Stephen wrapped his arms carefully around them, trying to sooth its cries.

Then, something inexplicable happened.