Alex blinked in surprise, glancing from Leto to his father. "Actually, I was just joking, you know," he countered, before looking back to Leto. "I mean, unless you want to go. Could be fun. A good break for you, at least." He shrugged a shoulder lightly. Levon could be a handful sometimes. He and their father were there to help her out with him whenever they could, of course, but as a single-mother, any break was well-deserved.
"We can re-live our glory days from our stolen youth," he smirked, mock-poetically. "Pretend we're not the very civilized children of Jerome Wood... and participate in a good, old fashioned mosh-pit." Oh, good Lord. He wasn't being serious, of course. He was almost forty, after all, and certainly not as young as he used to be.