He nodded once then stared at the floor, not sure what to say next. It felt like he was being reprimanded, but not really. He knew she only did it because she cared...about Brenda, but at least it ricocheted and went to him. If he had been older, he would have gone outside to brood and sit on the roof like a gargoyle. Instead he sat up on a counter and kicked his legs against the wood.