"They would, I'm sure." Those two were a hoot and a half--as uncomfortable as he was sometimes, they were ultimately harmless and never crossed the line into cruel. "Min you, you'd have to get the clothes for me as well." He chuckled.
"Shit. I'd forgotten about those for a moment." And here he'd actually wanted to take a vacation--trust him to choose the worst possible time to desire a vacation.
As much as he resented his mother at times, she was his mother. Part of him still loved her. It was just he got along better with her from a distance.
He jostled Charlie's knee and rolled his eyes, expression unseen. "Dear Esme's influence is almost always in play. She's a pervasive little thing." His tone was fond. "She'd love to meet you. Apparently she barely missed you visiting the dogs a couple of times when I was in the hospital. But I'd love for you two to meet." The two most important people in his life... yeah, that would be nice.
"Alas, we're doomed," he said, shaking his head slightly, but he didn't sound completely pessimistic. "We'll figure somethign out someday, I'm sure."