He didn't bother to hide his reaction to that, glancing up at his older brother with a not-too-subtle glare on his face. Was he seriously putting down his own son? What happened to encouragement? Dylan only had three years of playing...well, the closest thing to father he could manage, and he still felt that was...entirely uncalled for and inappropriate. Though, to be honest, his girlfriend helped the boy out with his school work more than he did--but, neither of them tried to criticize in general. "Well, you deserve it," he smiled down at his nephew, crouching a bit again, hand still on Adam's shoulder out of instinct. He held his free arm out--the one with the watch on the wrist--out to Aaron, raising a brow. "So, can you tell me what time it is right now?"
Dylan ignored the jab from Eric, though visibly winced at Aaron's exclamation about Chuck E. Cheese, sure that Adam would think it was a great idea and decide to clamor on about it for the rest of the afternoon. "That's a thought."