Kaine stood silent like a deer in headlights for a moment, stalling as he tried to come up with an excuse. When he failed to come up with anything, he reacted in the only way he could think. Perhaps the only way anyone could think, after such a horrible day. Tightening his hand into a fist, he drew it back for momentum, putting all his strength into the hit as he swung it forward, punching the bastardly old man in the jaw. He knew at that moment he'd signed his own death certificate, but he could only hope it would get the Wilsons' mind off Stelios.