T.O. Fuchsia: *Wrinkling his upturned nose You know he's, like, ten, right?
T.O Trenton: In our timeline. Why aren't you grasping this concept when I've explained it several times?
*He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly becoming frustrated. He also glanced between the sad man and the brunet looking at him encouragingly. Something about the younger man was fragile, yes. But also... compelling.
T.O. Trenton: It is theoretically possible. If you're existing in this moment, then that in itself proves that there is a means of getting there. It's as if you have a destination without having acquired a car.
Trenton: Or a map. We haven't any way of knowing what events led us to this future as opposed to the others.
T.O. Fuchsia: Pause. *Finally releasing his Trenton What do you mean, 'others.'
Adam: Ah. We've messed up quite a few times.
*Suri jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow for him ratting them out and he flinched. Then she looked at the other Fuchsia and Trenton.
Suri: But you can fix it. Right?
T.O. Trenton: *Caving under her pleading glance Well, I can't make any promises, but I will try--
*She hugged him almost as tightly as Fuchsia had
Suri: I'm still with you. In the future. Right?
T.O. Trenton: *Scoffing and hugging her back Of course, Suri. I wouldn't dream of a timeline without you.
Older Trenton: As touching as this all is, would someone care to explain to me why my husband is at risk of dying? Again, mind you.
T.O. Fuchsia: Your... what?
Older Fuchsia: Yes, but he also made you so mad! And he was mean to me.... but I'm so tired of being upset. And that old me looks so happy...
Adult Jules: "But do you really want him to go out there? Now?"