Ben felt fine physically, but that really didn't mean that everything was okay. Despite having grown up most of the time so far with a mom, he still wasn't all that good about sharing what was going on with him. And being in the middle of an apocalypse with his father and that side of his family hadn't changed that fact or made it any easier for the teenage boy. He didn't feel good about the fit that he had thrown. He didn't feel cool about the shit he had said. That being said there had still been some truth in his words, even if it had been twisted around and made worse.
His dad wasn't leaving, though. Ben had figured he might leave him alone a little longer. He'd been wrong about that too, apparently.
Ben looked up at his dad in the chair, shrugging a little bit. He didn't know how to say what was bugging him. He didn't know how he was supposed to explain it. "I dunno." Ben said, picking at the blanket quietly for a moment. "I try to be happy sometimes. I dunno though. You wouldn't get it even if I tried to explain it." Ben said, reaching up to rub his face and then rake a hand through his hair.