[IV backs off, relinquishing his hold on Yuya as the boy tugs away, although not so much that he'd be forfeiting this impromptu altercation. As much as he'd like to argue that, no, he knows what it's like for a father to be gone, he elects to ignore that statement.

Despite the growing tension, this is good. Yuya isn't going anywhere, and he's angry. Anger is a good distraction.

He breaths in and out through his nose, using that fleeting moment to consider his next words.]

It doesn't matter if I know. What I'm seeing is pretty clear. Don't tell me what you are and what you're not. If you're not a coward, show it!