Jamie looked up at his father's tone, mostly because he wasn't used to hearing it. "Believe me, I don't like it either," he said tiredly. "That's why I'm trying to get my brain to slow down and be quiet."
Jamie thought about that as he ate some more pasta. "That could work," he said at last. "Might make it easier to map out a plan of attack, instead of running around like a chicken with my head cut off."