There's always that bare jealousy of seeing a parent light up at their kid's name; Tim looks at March's expression like he's studying it. He would have studied it once, now it's just the default label to the burying Tim does inside of all the ugly and unfair things that spring to mind.

He wonders what that must feel like, finding yourself away from family. Family-family. Real family.

"Holly... Holland..."

Tim's connecting the dots there, his drawl unimpressed but eyes playing on the man's energy.

"And I thought that having the middle name Jackson as Jack's son was uncreative."