There was a pause as if there was no way she didn't actually know the answer. "John." He mentioned softly. "I don't know why, but it feels you should call me John." His cheeks flushed just a moment before he was not thinking about it anymore. This place was weird, this girl was weird, everything was just super weird!
It didn't make sense. It was weird. If this was him, as a grown up, John literally had one single question about it. What happened to him. He was so old and well, terrible looking. What sort of life did he live to give him the lines on his forehead like that, and cause him to have such an expression. John looked back at the picture and it just felt right, and as it should be. This was him, deep down in his jellies he knew for fact this was him in the picture and that the tightness he got in his chest was because of the girl in it, which was-
John looked to Kitty just as she said something happened. Well, that was one way to put it. Then he looked at the turtles who seemed to be very interested in him. Were they his? That sounded right. Not having to crouch far he pointed the phone at the pair, because they understood him at least. "Okay. Is this-" He pointed at the man in the picture me? Both Squirtles responded a like and nodded. "Is this-" He pointed the woman who was quite snuggled up to the adult him. "Her?" Which got the same response, which they started going nuts trying to explain things to them.
Looking to Kitty from his crouch, he half smirk unintentionally. She was smokin' hot as a grown up. Good job old man him. "I... don't know what to do." John spoke honestly.