Says the guy who wouldn't make me alcoholic eggnog. I'm starting to think you get a kick out of that.

[ it's grumbled, but he's a little grateful to be able to dodge the gravity of the situation even a bit. it'll give him a chance to decide what to say, or how much. not that he thinks there's any right way to do this -- probably only wrong ways. it's his inner pessimist.

he exhales. scrubs a hand over his face like he's hoping to look down, find himself in his underwear, and realize this was all just a shitty dream. ]

She's the youngest of the five of us. She's only fifteen. Or eight. Depending on who you ask.