Logan ground his teeth together so hard he fully expected his fangs to give off sparks. The boy was impossible, pushing him away with all his might in a way he would expect from a much younger kid. He ignored the muttered insult, sending him away. It was obviously a cry for help, and Logan wasn't about to dignify that with a reaction. The next words made him growl softly. "Late fer what? What's that supposed ta mean, boy?" he spat out, the feral in him bristling once more at the constant defiance. He huffed out an exasperated breath and spoke again before Karr could answer and likely make things worse. "Y'know what? Forget it."
As he started to go, he glanced over his shoulder at his son, wishing there was a way he could fix him. "Y'can tell me all about it tomorrow. Yer comin' bright'n'early ta help me fix that door you broke," he said clearly in a gravelly tone that clearly said if Karr didn't show Logan was just going to come and get him. He hoped today's little performance had impressed upon Karr that he really didn't want that to happen. He started walking out, making a detour to grab himself a beer while bracing himself for Karr to bark out some hurtful last words and fantasizing about a world in which the fool boy's mouth was sewn up or something of the kind.
He stopped in the doorway, still eyeing Karr over his shoulder. "Ya know, bub. I dun' get it, but I'll tell ya what. Ya don't get t'choose blood. It don't matter how much of an ass y'wanna be, I'm still gonna be yer pop. And no matter how much you hate me, or how much you do shit ta piss me off..." He paused for a moment to give weight to the words. "I ain't never gonna be sorry yer my kid." With that, he left without looking back.