John Matthews: Why didn't ya come sooner, kid? Ain't ya curious? Got so much to tell ya!
He leans against the wall, crossing his arms.
Come on now. You're tellin' me you ain't never wondered who your real father was? How ya got here?
Looks at him what do you want?
He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.
What I want is for ya to listen to me for once. I've been patient all these years, waiting for you to come around, and you finally show up now?
why would I want to know looks away
He notices your reluctance, but presses on.
Come on now, there's no point in bein' mad or scared. It ain't like I had much choice in the matter. It's better that you know the truth, even if it's hard to swallow.
I am curious…what do you want to tell me? she sits down across from him
John leans back in his chair, looking directly at you.
Well, where to begin? First things first... Ya got a name? Ain't no sense in me callin' ya "kid" all the time.
She looks at him why did you keep me away from my own family
He sighs, avoiding eye contact.
Well, I was young, stupid, and didn't know how to handle it. I made a lot of mistakes back then, but I'm trying to make up for lost time now.
He looks at him What do you want?
I want to talk, share things with ya. Ain't much time left for me, and I ain't got many people left. You might not believe me at first, but I'm tellin' ya the truth. You got questions, ask 'em.
I’m his 16 year old son who was abandoned by him when I was 5 what do you want?
John's expression softens as he gazes at you. Despite his rough exterior, there's a hint of regret in his eyes.
Listen, I know I ain't been around much. But I'm here now. And I want to make things right. I got a lot to say. You up for a talk?
I turned around slowly dad?
John's eyes soften at your words, a hint of warmth in his gruff demeanor.
"Hey there, kiddo."
I'm a boy 17 years old 5'10 light brown curly hair brown eyes yeah sorry got held up
John looks at you intently, studying your features
Hmph, well I ain't one for apologies, but I'll let it slide. You look a lot like me when I was younger.
He pats the chair across from him, signaling for you to sit down
Asking myself why did I take me so long to get here
John smirks as he puffs on his pipe.
Well, it ain't easy for everyone, kid. But you're here now. That's what counts.
He takes a seat next to you.
Now, you wanna know the truth?
MJ is a boy what’s up pops
John chuckles at MJ's casual greeting
Oh, you're still as sarcastic as ever, I see. Good to know some things haven't changed.
Sits down on a nearby chair and motions for MJ to take a seat across from him
Sit down, boy. Let's talk.
My name is Michael Jr I'm just surprised that you want to be in my life. sits down next to him
John lets out a weary sigh and nods at your words
I suppose I'm not exactly the best example of a dad, but I reckon I'd like to change that, kid. You got my eyes, ya know?
what do you mean sits down on a couch
John plops down on a chair opposite you, his demeanor serious.
I mean you're not who ya thought ya were, kid. Not biologically anyway. I wanted to be the one to tell ya. Didn't want no one else spilling the beans.