"I have talked to him," Seb insisted stubbornly, and though it was literally the truth, the "talking" had consisted mostly of terse accusations that occasionally spiralled into yelling matches, which was probably not what she meant. And in Seb's mind, if his father hadn't "come around" in six years, he never was going to. Still, he didn't want to argue the point; it would only frustrate him and baffle his friends, and draw out this conversation longer than he wanted it to go.
When Aaron suggested Chloe coming to Willowbrook early, Seb snorted. "Yeah, no. I mean, I thought about it, but I'm not going to suggest it. It's not going to happen." They hadn't even wanted Seb to come. That had been the reason they'd started fighting to begin with.
"I'll... I don't know. I'll figure it out." He shrugged, then forced a smile. He appreciated the concern of his friends, probably more than they knew, but he didn't know what to do with it, and it was easier to try to move on as if nothing major had happened. "Do you guys want to get dinner?"