"I wanna smash a windscreen with a bat," Kaden muttered his second unsatisfying answer. "That's more him. More us. Just fuckin' smash something."
He already knew he couldn't handle anything gentle, like a candle. Lighting a candle would make the grief turn inwards and suffocate him. Smashed something flung the grief outward.
Not that he was actually gonna go do it. Just. She'd asked what he wanted and there it was.