Come and tell me when I've got a grandson coming. Or are you shooting blanks?
Sitting beside Tom, Kendall refrains himself from flinching, hearing those words. He's always known deep down that Logan doesn't think of Iverson as a 'real' grandson, that he doesn't think of Kendall as a real man, with his inadequate sperm, but it still hurts to have it confirmed. If he had any fight left in him, he would stand up and confront Logan for that. What the fuck did you just say?
It doesn't matter. He's hollow. Logan can say whatever he likes, do whatever he wants to him. It's no more than he deserves.
He's not a real person anymore.