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[definingfuture]

Tony's Mailbox.

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[dimlights]

Universe refugees. How extraordinary. There’s an entire lifetime between us and you have me at a disadvantage. I might be your father but I’m not. I’d like to get to know you, young man.

[A father. Him. He’d hoped for it in the future but not yet.]

[definingfuture]

It sounds better than victims of inter-dimensional kidnapping. But I'm sure a lot of people won't want to be that optimistic about this.

Well, I'm not exactly young either. But... I'd like that. You seem to be taking all of this pretty well.

[dimlights]

How old are you? I'll be twenty-seven soon.

I'm taking it as well as I can. What's the point in getting hung up on something that can't be changed?

[definingfuture]

[Oh, no. Not-Dad is younger than him. This is crushing Tony's ego. Just crushing it.]

I'm turning thirty-four.

[Ouch, that hurt.]

That's an interesting way to look at things. Some people might say we can change anything. And that it's our responsibility to change it.

[dimlights]

[But look at that fine mustache, Tony. Almost as nice as Howard's.]

What about our circumstances, yours and mine as a unit, do you think I should try to change?

[definingfuture]

[Almost? He has the best facial hair.]

As a unit? I don't know what you mean.
What would you change?

[dimlights]

Father. Son. I thought that's what you meant.
Not a thing, I'm sure.
But I don't have the advantage of knowing you the way you might know me.

[definingfuture]

I guess I just... We were never really a unit.
You and I didn't- I wasn't good at living up to what my dad expected from me.

I don't know you. I mean, I have an idea, but that doesn't mean I know any more than you do. Well, I mean, I know a little more. Comes with the times.