James nodded. "I know you don't wear a mask. And that's why I haven't brought Tristan here. If he knows I'm living with Captain America he's going to ask if you're my father. And obviously you are but no one else really knows that outside of the Titans, Uncle Bucky, and...and Mom." He rubbed his hands together as he stared at the floor.
"And, if things go well between me and Tristan...well he's eventually going to want to come here. And I can't exactly say I'm your biological son when you were frozen in ice when I was suppose to have been born, right?"
He sighed. "So what do I do? Tell him I'm like, adopted or something?"