[That assumption was only half wrong because he'd still getting tingles from hearing words not coming out of mouthes. That curious look is met with one that's a little more confused.] You're a telekinetic, right? You've gotta be because I know I'm not...

[Those words dug deep at him, his mind going blank as he sat wide-eyed and mouth ajar. The thought echoed in his head until he could have sworn his heart was torn in two and his stomach in his boots. He was real. ...Right? ] Well I, uh. [All too soon words were hard to come by as he did little things, fingers tapping on his glass for one, to make sure he was in fact real; to keep him from breaking completely while memories replayed.] I did have a son. ... Awhile ago.

[That felt like the understatement of the year.]

Never met him though. Didn't get a chance. His name was Jim too.[George looked over to the young man, trying to read something from him. Anything, really.] Your last name wouldn't happen to be Kirk, would it? [Though the way he asked made it seem like he already knew the answer.]