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The City was the City. It wasn't Rapture. There was a sky and sun. Which was better than Rapture.

The curses were a pain but... It wasn't Rapture.

On this particular day Alec walked into a bar with his limp looking for somewhere to sit and maybe someone to talk to. It was crowded and busy but he spotted an empty seat at the bar. Hobbling over to it he slid into the seat and gave the man next to him a short nod of greeting.

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Alec side-eyes Jimmy with a bit of nervous paranoia.

"My biological father was a good man. The one who adopted me I thought was." Then. "This is really creepy and weird."

"Creepy 'n weird 'cause it's all so similar, you mean? Yeah, I guess it kinda is. Havin' a fucked up family life ain't exactly unique, though."

"Oh no, I'm fairly certain it's more common than people think or like to admit it is. The similarities are pretty strong though, down to the bad leg."

"Yeah? You think that means somethin'?"

"The City has a sick sense of humor? Or thought we needed to be friends." Oh. Right. Introductions. "Alec Ryan."

He holds out a hand.

He shakes Alec's hand firmly. "Nice to meet you, Alec. I'm Jimmy Darmody."

It's a good firm handshake on Alec's end too.

"I have to say it's nice to meet someone who's close to my own timeline."

"Closer than a lotta people, yeah. I'm mostly used to people bein' from the future."

"You were in the Great War. You're old enough to be my father." He blinks as he says that and then laughs.

He laughs.

"Great, you really gotta make me feel old?"

"Nah. You're not old. I'm older than you," Alec says. "And now my head hurts."

He shakes his head.

"Yeah, try not to think too much about that one. It's too odd."

"That's a good idea. That's a very good idea," Alec says and finishes off his drink.

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