It was quite possible that Slav had the potential to be stubborn, but the fact was, and everyone knew it, he did not have the attention span to be focused on what were often inconsequential quibbling. He liked his room, sure, and moving would be a hassle, but it was what was supposed to be safer for them all. And that was what mattered.
“They looked pretty generic, not bad, but not themed like passenger rooms.” Slav had gone on the tour, but ended up wandering off, only to be dragged back by Louis. The second time he wandered off, fascinated with something, he was let go.
Blue eyes very much unlike those of the other three Jones Boys blinked, confused over what Gor meant exactly. He was nearly speaking in riddles. “Okay…you want a room next to mine because you don’t want to share a room with me, which is understandable, or you don’t want to be far away from me, which I also get.” More explanation please, Gor.