Hemingway was still feeling rather unstable, but he figured Abi would be grateful if he would try to stop being so clingy and actually leave her in peace for a bit. Plus, he did want to see his son, and not just because he had considered asking him a few questions about the 'other' him.
It was clear that he hadn't been sleeping to well; he felt edgy and irritable which wasn't good, but he was doing his best to keep a lid on it all, no matter what was rolling about inside his head.
"Hey, kid-" he greeted his son, sliding into the booth opposite him and trying for a more relaxed expression.