Slav's little brother was made of doom and gloom, but that seemed to be how he enjoyed life, by thinking of death and vampires and darkness. To each their own. Slav, personally, would rather think of pretty women, fast cars, and random junk food. Not necessarily in that order.
As for missing their parents...it had been so long since he had heard anything out of either Bianca or Louis's mouths that was not them sniping at their sons or each other (the sniping at the Jones boys was nearly all Bianca), that he had long dissociated them from the idea of 'parents.' He had instead adopted his brothers and guys at the shop as a closer family than any parental thing.
Parents like they had on TV were pretty much just that, only on TV.
"I don't know," Slav spoke honestly, after a moment's thought of his own. "If both the Olders are leaving, I guess we should too." Being alone on the deck without their brothers just did not feel right. Even if Slav himself had not talked to them about more than random pop up things in far too long.
It was one of those moments where he was fiercely reminded that they were all still technically teenagers.