[literally why are all old people like this!! Can't even just be kind of a bitch to someone without getting a whole bunch of blah blah blah in return.

Silco's picked at a nerve, though. Setting aside how he even knows all this stuff in the first place, Yusuke doesn't like the notion that he's allowed something to get its claws into him quickly or easily. He trusts his own logic, and he knows that to play a long game sometimes you gotta let the other guy get a hit in, but that doesn't mean he wants to take the slug.]

And? What's it to you? [He holds his ground, fists deep in his pockets.] I was supposed to keep sitting on my ass in case some idiot wanted to blow more hot air at me? No thanks.

[There's curiosity, though, in the way he eyes all the satellite activity going on, money and product changing hands. Silco reminds him of the guys he'd see his mom hanging around with sometimes. Not her loser boyfriends, but the severe-looking men in sleek black suits, the same ones who parked their sleek black cars all around his school the day she met with the principal to... convince him to let Yusuke re-enroll.]