Since his dive into the past JJ had had little chance to see all his family. He’d actually made the choice to stay far away from them before his identity had been found out. Now, with the truth being out in the open, it was easier to see the family members he’d been hiding from before. “… hi?” He didn’t know just how much his parents had told his uncles (and aunt) about him but he hoped his Uncle Jason at least knew the bare minimum. He was one of the- ah, tougher, family members after all. “So you know what’s funny,” Anxiety bubbled in his stomach, abruptly wondering if this had been a bad idea and beginning to ramble in his anxiousness. “When I was little I totally believed mom and dad had named me after you. I didn’t get that JJ was an acronym and so I thought they named me after you, ya know ‘Jay’. Turns out I was named after my grandpas, James and John but I uh, I like the idea of being named after you too. Cause JJ even though it’s a nickname it’s my name, ya know? So I’ve always felt like I was named after you too even after learning the truth.” God his throat felt dry from all that rambling.
“Hi,” he greeted his nephew. The young man that sat in front of him was the third of three kids that were essentially strangers from the future that he had grown to care about. Jason had always had a soft spot for kids, but these were special. They were, whether he cared to admit it out loud or not, his family. That made them important to him. He swore to himself that he would be there for them in all the ways that no one had ever been there for him. That was the simplest answer, for the reason that he had agreed to meet JJ for coffee. Listening to his nephew, his index finger traced the lip of his mug. A smirk ghosted across his face. “You don’t wanna be named after me, kid.”
