Of all reactions, this is not the one he expected. His child should be listening to him, apologizing, vowing to never move in such a way again-- Instead, Neil is nearly dismissing him, requesting an item instead of giving an apology. To add to that, the man in Neil's house, moves forward, attempting some kind of intimidation tactic. As if that would work. James had never caved under pressure. Autumn alone was proof of that.

"This doesn't concern you," he says to the man coolly. "I'm speaking to my son." The son in which he directs his next words. "If you think I'm going to return the key, you'll be disappointed. I've been using this place as a backup supply of parts. It's not as if you were here to claim them."

A directed look, filled with disapproval and a strange mingled regret. "You never should have left. You wouldn't have become... this."

The word is thick, filled with something toxic, poisonous. James cannot breathe in this house, in this place where God knows what had occurred. It's tainted now. Wrong. Enough that he turns to leave. "I'm not talking to you with your...'friend' here. You know where to find me. I expect your apology in full when you return. Then we'll discuss things."