He knows he's right before the next batch of mannequins they pass change into those familiar faces again. God he loves being right too, but Kyle's so legitimately frustrated he does everything in his power to bite tongue.

"Hey," he tucks his arm around Kyle. As long as these things aren't coming for them he's in no hurry here. "It's ok. It's probably not, you ok? But like a product of whatever's doing this. Just... keep talking about it maybe? Guilty how? About what?"