[ hold the fuck up. ... that voice is kind of familiar? and are those ruby-quartz glasses?

he turns to a passerby, abruptly shoving everything in his arms into theirs instead, which they accept out of startled reflex. ] Hey, hold onto this for me, I'll be right back.

[ which is his cue to turn back to the other teenager, stalking forward to peer into his face, then circle him briefly. .. oh. yeah, it's him, alright, though there are some differences from the younger version of his father he'd seen before. different style, different haircut.. but still scott summers.

he pauses in front of him again and offers out his hand. ] Hey. Call me Cable. I think we might be from completely different iterations of the timeline of our world. [ sure, that's not a confusing or concerning comment at all. ]