Smiles or smirks - either were a good thing. Meant they weren't totally broken. He smirked at the story and pulled down another cup to join his. Yeah, he could read between the lines. They were lines he knew fairly well himself.

"Seems the curse of any son to rebel against his father," he replied as he poured the water into the tank before reaching and finding the grounds, scooping several in without counting. All the tension he'd ever held lived in his shoulders, but it was more the way that he wouldn't hold eye contact for too long and the way he tried to use his hat brim to keep as much of his face covered as he could without it being obvious. There was no real avoiding the people of the house from seeing it, but he wasn't out here handing out opportunities.

"Five not like you comin' over or you leavin' his comfort zone? He knows you're safe here, right?"