[Oh, he knows what that tone of voice is and he's just going to wiggle his way out of the arm hold and ear rubbing to squirm his way into his lap and face him now. Which is still awkward in the end of things, but he doesn't really care at the moment.]

Well, that shit don't matter now. You're here and you ain't going back to that fucking shithole. What happened then, what you did back then doesn't fucking mean shit as that ain't you now, yeah? [Pot. Kettle.]