"No," he admitted. "But I don't want to go home either. Dad's there. Gave me that look this morning, so I'm sure that something's not up to his standard. Probably my hair. And I don't care, but I can't stand him giving me that oh gods, what now? look." He slowed pace a bit, but didn't let go of his sister's hand.
"Tristan said I should get a tattoo on my butt," he murmured, smiling as he remembered their talk. "That'd get him going, wouldn't it?"