Oliver listened quietly and tried to imagine it. It wasn't very hard at all, picturing Percy and Audrey with a baby. Since he'd arrived Oli had seen Molly around the village once or twice although he hadn't talked to her. It still felt strange to him that there were people from the future that were complete strangers to him, because at 27 he hadn't met them. Some of them, on the other hand, had met him. "I can't imagine you being a bad father," he said honestly. It spoke volumes as well that Percy had named his daughter after his mother.
"I still can't quite wrap my mind around it," Oli admitted. "And I'm lucky, kinda? Or... I don't know. But it's not as bad for me as it has to be for you?" Talking about it was as difficult as thinking about it, because while the thoughts finally started to make sense in his head after some getting used to, he had trouble actually putting them into words. "I miss Kenzie though. So I'd probably prefer a version of her in thirty years over not having her around at all." Oliver sighed a little.