Marty doesn't know what he expects, but it certainly isn't laughter. And it definitely isn't the almost infuriating logical sense in Jacob's answer. The man talks about "messing up the future" like he knows about it by heart-- truthfully, Marty had been thinking less about the real ramifications of revealing the future and more about what Doc would think if he failed him. It's as humbling as it is hilarious that Jacob's got better etiquette than Marty does about all this.
"I... I don't know about the end of the world," he says honestly, "but I got a friend who once said it could 'threaten your very existence' knowing too much about your own future.
"But for what it's worth, I've never met or heard of a Jacob Frye." Not that he can recall immediately, at least. Besides, Jacob would probably be dead by 1986, wouldn't he? "So it's not like I can tell you much, anyway."
He smiles, lips pulled into a crooked little tilt, and then turns back to read through tablets again in the hopes a token might magically pop up.
Once he's moved the tablet he'd last been looking at, Marty's head tilts. The one just beneath it looks... startlingly like he'd written it himself. "Uh...
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"I... I don't know about the end of the world," he says honestly, "but I got a friend who once said it could 'threaten your very existence' knowing too much about your own future.
"But for what it's worth, I've never met or heard of a Jacob Frye." Not that he can recall immediately, at least. Besides, Jacob would probably be dead by 1986, wouldn't he? "So it's not like I can tell you much, anyway."
He smiles, lips pulled into a crooked little tilt, and then turns back to read through tablets again in the hopes a token might magically pop up.
Once he's moved the tablet he'd last been looking at, Marty's head tilts. The one just beneath it looks... startlingly like he'd written it himself. "Uh...
"Uh, what got you askin' about my time?"