Home life was never charming. Not for Sid, anyway. No matter what happened at home it was usually the biggest load of shite ever. He shrugged flippantly about the milk mustache and slumped down into the sofa, wiping it with his dirty sleeve. "Yeah, right. Because going to a party with Chris and waking up in America is exactly how I planned out how to escape my social and family life. It's brilliant." He frowned. Sid didn't mean to be bitter towards her. It wasn't like it was her fault, and she was being nice to him.
He eyed the brownies and slowly took one, half expecting her to reach out and slap him on the hand for taking one without asking. Sid's head snapped up and his nose wrinkled up, lifting his glasses from his face. "It's fine, really. Doubt anyone's noticed that I'm gone back home. I mean, look at me. I don't blame them really."