"Yeah, I know." It was the easy admittance of a relationship that though strained, still existed. He knew his father loved him. That was never in question. It was the how, that was the problem. And even then - a problem easily solved by just going his own way anyway.

He didn't see Finn's expression, didn't even notice a difference, his own attention fully on himself as he sat up - sore everywhere. Everywhere. But exceedingly pleased. He grunted as he stood up, and then looked up at Finn's voice, chuckling darkly.

"Ah. Well. Good thing you fit my clothes so well," he teased, stepping over to the closet. "Might be a little old, but --" He grabbed an armful of random items and held them out for Finn to choose from.