Logan was about to soundly thwap Karr up the side of the head for his foot in motormouth syndrome, but Laura beat him to the punch. Literally. Logan's hands on the wheel turned into a white-knuckled grip that almost made his claws pop out.
"Goddammit, Karr!" Logan barked out. "Don't you know when to shut up? Yer my son, and fuck knows I love you, but..." He let out an exasperated breath and added, "If y'were a dog, I swear ta God I'd put yer ass down!" He glared death at his boy and, before he could say anything, he snarled, "NOT ANOTHER WORD!"
But he was hardly done with that. "And you, Laura! If yer gonna beat on your brother every time he says sum'thin' stupid, there'll be nothing left of him but a bloodstain by Christmas. So please! Both of youse!" He let go of the wheel and smashed his fist up against the roof of the car. "Calm the hell down! Yer scaring your little friend there." Yes, because clearly Logan was the very model of calm himself. He would likely glare a hole through the windshield by the time they reached the Haven, that is, if Karr could manage to keep his mouth shut. If not, it was likely that Logan would stop the car and beat him senseless, or otherwise just toss him in the trunk for the duration of the trip.