Watching Jim out of the corner of his eye, George knew the minute the teen came in contact with the car that he'd made the right call. He could practically see the waves of anger and frustration melting away from where he stood. There was a small, fond smile on his face as he let Jim assure for himself that yes, this was the same vehicle.
Then came the mention of Frank and George's smile melted into a darkened scowl. He turned partially away from his son and focused on the car, struggling with just what to say before finally deciding to simply say it and be done with it. It wasn't like he didn't have quite a few justifiable rights to dislike the man his wife had married.
"You should have run him over with her, first," he stated firmly, the expression far more neutral by the time he looked back at Jim. There was a shadow of pain in his eyes, his heart aching at the knowledge that the boy had gone through far more than any boy should ever have to go through. Looking back to the car, he gave a slight shake of his head to dispel the darker thoughts flickering through his mind.
Stepping up toward the hood, he ran his hand gently across the smooth finish himself before glancing back up at his son. "Want to take her for a spin?" he asked with a grin.