Joel was taken aback. Angry, but taken aback. He'd shared one memory - One! - with Henry during the cursed mistletoe event and that had been more than he ever wanted to share. Now this guy was fooling around inside his head like it was the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulling stuff out that didn't need to see the light of day...

"...You don't know what you're talkin' about, boy, and you're treadin' a mighty fine line with me." he growled. His voice was low. Dangerous. If he was a person able to step back a little and think about it rationally, he'd understand he was mostly angry because Cole was right. Smacking the nail on the head.