[ A moment to feel his feelings? No thanks! Flynn, heedless of the hollow pang of loss in his belly, pushes right forward with a pasted-on little smile. ]

Oh— don't worry about it, really. I don't remember it happening, so it doesn't really... maybe it's callous to say this, but it doesn't hurt any more than any of the other things I don't remember.

[ Which is, perhaps, a little more vulnerable than he was planning on getting. His younger self stumbles one more time, looks to his father for support, and doesn't get it, so he picks himself up with a wobbling mouth.

Flynn swallows. ]

But it's nice to see that he... was real. To know his face, and maybe what sort of person he was when he was with me.