Dov rolled his eyes with a smile, moving away from the door and heading back toward the kitchen. "I ain't gettin' crazy! You're the one who like, throws people out, Charlotte." See, that was one thing Dov liked about his name. It was short, not embarrassing (it meant bear, that had to give some awesome points, right?) and it didn't even rhyme with anything that would make for shitty nicknames. Charlotte, though, that one he could use to bug her, and he fully planned on it.
"Hey, leave ma outta this, alright?" His smile faded for a moment, their mother still a sore subject. "I'm sorry, alright? We all good now?" Apologies weren't really that easy for him - they always felt like defeat, like he was just giving in. Maybe this would be one of those times where it was okay. He took another swig of his drink as he reached the kitchen, briefly surveying the room.