"Dinner sounds great," Frank said, beaming. "How about it, Ty?"
His son didn't seem quite as excited, however. Still holding onto his coffee cup that was soon empty, he looked already set on declining. "No thanks, I think I'll pass."
"You gotta eat at some point, why not eat with us?" Frank spread his hands.
"I'll pass," Tyler repeated, his tone just a tad sharper than before, but sharp enough to cause the briefest shadow to pass over Frank's face. "No offense, of course," he added to Kenny, his face just as non-smiling as it had been all through their encounter. "I'll make something for myself, I'll be fine," he said, once again directed at his father. "Now if you excuse me, I have a few phone calls to make."
Without further ado, Tyler gave a nod to them both and made his exit into the hall, quickly disappearing out of view. With a sigh, Frank moved over to the couch, sitting down next to Kenny and running a hand through his hair. "He never was the social kind," he pointed out with a sombre smile. Shaking his head, he then put an arm around Kenny and took her closer. "How are you doing, Kenny? I can't remember, you back in your own place yet?"