"I guess 'entertaining' isn't exactly the right word for it. More just someone to hang with, keep me from thinking about. Stuff. Whatever." He found a mostly clear spot and sat, pulling one foot up underneath him.
"I don't know how well explosions would go over," he laughed, shaking his head, feeling a bit of the awkward drain away from the fact that this man was/would be/should have been his father.
He fished in his pocket for a hair tie and started to pull his wavy hair off his face, looking over at George with the band in his mouth. "Yeah?" His fingers sorted the ponytail and wrapped the elastic around it and he sat back, oddly interested. "What kind of something else?"