Don't believe in no-win scenarios

God, Jim hasn't even seen the guy yet but his imagination's hard at work to fill in the gaps. No fucking wonder the other guy looks like he's three seconds from the mother of all migraines.

"God fucking dammit."

Jim can't decide if that's better or worse than if their actual father showed up in the Nexus someday. With all the time travel bullshit and alternate universes crossing paths there, the odds are far higher than he'd like, even if it never once occurred to him that it was an option at all, until just now.

...how buff is this Thor guy, anyway? Never mind, he does not want to know. Might not have the final say in that, but whatever.

Jim leans forward and scrubs his hands over his face, trying to soak all this in. "Ugh, thanks. I just... don't know what the hell." To think, to say, take your pick. But better forewarned than stumbling into it blindly, unlike his unlucky double.