Tonight I’m thinking about how insufferable Blinky must be at the end of Trollhunters now that he said the words and actually called Jim his son.
You just know that, every time anyone asks him where the Trollhunter is for anything that isn’t a world-ending emergency, he spends a solid five minutes going “Oh, my son? You’re looking for my son, the Trollhunter? You want to know where the Trollhunter, my son, is? My son, the Trollhunter? The Trollhunter, who is my son? My son?” Until the person he’s talking to finally sighs and goes, “Yes, your son, the Trollhunter”, only after which he’ll finally tell them where Jim is.
Anytime someone calls Jim Blinky’s son (I’m imagining in the exasperated “Your son set my shop on fire chasing a gnome” kind of way), Blinky immediately lights up. It’s “my son” this and “my son” that, and there is no convincing him Jim did anything wrong. That is his son and he can do no wrong!
(Sometimes, Jim is embarrassed by this. Usually, he lights up like his dad, and everyone sees the resemblance.)
All of Trollmarket is well aware that Jim is Blinky’s son. And Blinky would have it no other way.
