That was exactly what Travis needed to hear. Because when the dust settles, when the cameras stop rolling and the headlines fade, all that’s left is family. And if there’s one thing the Kelce brothers have always had, it’s each other.

The loss stung, no doubt about it. The Super Bowl slipped away, and for a competitor like Travis, that’s the kind of thing that keeps you up at night. But there was no sulking, no pity party—just two brothers talking, laughing, and making sure the world didn’t take itself too seriously.

Jason knew how to pull Travis out of the fog. Whether it was reminiscing about a gas station meal or complaining about train horns in the middle of the night, he kept the conversation moving, giving Travis something else to focus on.

Because that’s the thing about these two—they get it. They understand the highs and lows, the way football can lift you up one week and knock you flat the next. They’ve lived it, they’ve won, they’ve lost, and through it all, they’ve had each other. That’s why, even with the sting of defeat still fresh, Travis wasn’t about to let the moment define him.

And as for the haters? Please. Travis has never been one to let outside noise shake him. He’s built for this, and he knows that a loss doesn’t erase everything he’s accomplished. The Chiefs will be back. He’ll be back. And when that next moment comes, when the stakes are high and the lights are bright, you better believe Travis Kelce will be right in the thick of it—because that’s just who he is.

For now, though? He’s got Jason, a good conversation, and the kind of perspective that only comes when you’ve been through the fire and come out stronger. And really, that’s all he needs.