"Yeah, you will," he teased in return, watching his response carefully. Kid was wound up tight and ready to blow again at at one wrong prod. He knew that look all too well. Ernest couldn't help but feel that he was at least partly to blame for it all. He'd obviously taught him horrendous coping strategies growing up, because he was a man with horrendous coping strategies of his own to pass on to his son.
"I'm not mad," he said after a moment's contemplation, just in case he thought he was. "I probably should be, but I'm not."