Bothersome, perhaps. In that it'd been something he'd had, once, and a future he'd wanted, but circumstance, genetics, and society's agenda deemed it impossible for him to realize. Not in any way he'd wanted, at least. He listens attentively either way, eyes widening a bit at the mention of great-grandchildren.

"Holy shit, people live forever where you're from." Well, maybe not forever, but longer certainly than he'd imagined. Andyr's thoughts touch on a few others he's met - Steve Rogers, who told him he was well over 70, which Andyr hadn't really believed for a second by how young he'd looked, but he'd been from the United States. A nation that hadn't existed for centuries, in Andyr's reality of Earth. Or time on Earth, perhaps. Or Levi's Earth, that knows nothing beyond their walled up city, not even sure if there's an ocean somewhere, no idea what things like volcanos or fireflies are.

"What's it like? Is it Earth, where you're from?"