"What....what am I supposed to do with this?" Jim laughs but there's no humor in his voice. He's barely keeping his composure at all.

Jim's a grown man now, old enough to know why his mother and brother acted the way they did. He's no longer the child his mother couldn't stand to look at for too long. The child who'd just weigh his brother down when he tried to get away. He's not helpless anymore.

So why does he feel so small?

"...What?" The boy. His brother's son. Jim can have as much resentment and frustration as he wants with Sam but. Jim glances back at the PADD with a sift sigh.

"He does. Yeah."