Curly stared at the teen that was sitting on the floor, trying his best to wipe blood off his face, along with spitting some out. Anya was busy in medbay, and seeing a teenage version of Jimmy (who he presumed had gotten into a fight) would probably startle her. This kid had just appeared out of nowhere. Not even Jimmy had seen the teen yet, and that would freak him out too. Who wants to see their younger self covered in blood?

The teen finally looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Holy fuck..?" The teen started. "Oh.. You kind of look like... Grant..?" The kid stared at Curly. Was this the future version of his best friend?

Curly just sighed and pulled the kid up by the arm. "Just... Don't fucking ask." Curly muttered, looking around the room before pulling the teen to the hall.

"Oh..." *The teen said quietly, letting himself be pulled