When it's clear Wyatt meant keep it right now Paul just nods a little, folds his fingers around the mix of bullet and clay. He flicks a sharp glance up at the little revelation this is something tied to his son, his family, that life Wyatt doesn't have anymore.

"I'll take care of it," is all he says, and puts it carefully into a pocket.

Paul picks up his coffee again, stares out at the park.

"...the ice cold lake thing sounds good right now. Not so much the plummeting, but.... it's hot enough I'd be willing to get back into the water."