If Quentin was ridiculously close to his family, that would be one thing. It was hard to describe the dynamic of the James family to anyone who wasn't born in that sort of society, and especially to someone who only knew Quentin. He wasn't a good representative for the rest of his family, and truth be told he liked it that way. His parents had gigantic sticks up their asses and they'd never approve of the life he wanted to live. So, therefore, being half a country away from them made everyone happy - so long as he didn't land his ass in jail or in court, his parents didn't care what he did. He was too far away to make them look bad from Michigan. "Renee's going through a rough patch," he said, "and she knew I wouldn't, like, throw her out or anything. Our parents aren't exactly thrilled with her right now either." Words he'd never thought he'd say, but there they were anyway.
Roxy's reaction was about what he'd expected. Quentin rubbed at his eyes, looking down at the tattoos on his arms. "I'm not sure how it happened," he said. "Calista, I told you she's a medium, right? Works with her family doing exorcisms and crap. Anyway, she was over and a friend of mine stopped by - who just so happened to date Kevin back in the day, PS - and then the next thing I know Calista's saying that he's here." He took a sip from his drink. "Calista said his ghost was bound somehow, whatever that means. Linked to a model ship I have in my apartment, one that Kevin made."