"Oi." Octavio said firmly. "Just because there is just sometimes not an answer." The younger man shrugged at his own words. "Sometimes, there is just no rhyme or reason to the whys or why nots. It just is." Sipping on his coffee thoughtfully for a moment he glanced to Stan. "You just have the choice to complain about it, or move on with it the best you can."
With the hand holding his coffee he pointed at Stan. "Example. When I showed up I ran into Sirius. Gun in hand, ready to defend myself, but instead when I learned of the situation I had two choices really," A smirk on his face. "Shoot my boy Sirius right in the face, and not accept that I was here and fight against the grain or, accept that my situation has changed for whatever reason - make a bunch of snowballs, and whoop a whole lot of ass in a snowball fight." Sipping again on his coffee he shrugged once again. "I chose the later, because that was the much more entertaining situation - like now, we can either fight each other on it and look for answers or we can just accept this is the way of life for now and find a way to make it suck less."
Setting the coffee down, he smiled to Stan, that ridiculous smile of his. "I much rather make it an awesome experience!" To help drive his point, he ran in place for a moment. "Like, lets find something we can jump off of.." He smirked for a moment. "I'm kidding, but I'm starving. Can we get food at least."