"Yeah, all right. Bring beer," Logan told James, a smirk firmly pulling at a corner of his mouth. Pissy Karr was actually pretty damn funny, once the annoyance factor wore off some. He had failed to address the boy's questions immediately, letting him stew in his insecurity for a long moment. As James began to walk off, he eyed his son with a squinty, considering look.
"Ain't nobody interested in you quitting," he gruffed out finally. His instinct was to toughen the boy up, to be cruel to be kind, but he kept remembering that Karr wasn't used to him, that he hadn't been there to raise him right. He didn't feel guilty, he was just being mindful of their very unique situation.
In the interest of not being too much of a dick to his own kid, he then added, "If I didn't care, y'wouldn't be here at all, and you would've never heard of this other team. I'm trusting you with a lot. Hope you c'n see that." His voice was even and the usual vaguely growly tone he used when he was being serious and matter-of-fact.