[ it's been a long time since jack's had to actually introduce himself to anyone - anyone that didn't already know perfectly well who he was and who's son he was, more importantly. seeing the boy's brows lift, his smile widen and eyes warm, almost has him taken aback. if jack's control of his composure hasn't been iron for so long, his surprise may have shown through.

this makes it better, right? because anyone who knows him, now, back home, wouldn't have the same starstruck glaze to their staring. not after what he did. yes, this is definitely better. ]

Silas Benjamin, of Gilboa. [ he doubts this kid knows him, or came from jack's world at all - because he's used to being flocked around by the public. anyone back home that's had the public flocking about them, jack knows. or at least, knows of. and he doesn't know this boy. ] Which I haven't even heard whispers about here, despite not being able to take two steps in my old world without seeing some evidence of my father. So, if you've never heard of him either, I promise, my feelings won't be hurt.

[ said with a charming smile and a mild, self-deprecating chuckle. ]