Antonia snorts, amused, knocking her shoulder against Olivia's playfully. "I appreciate the offer, Muscles, but I think I just need a good, long nap once I get back to a real bed."

She slings her backpack up onto her shoulder, thinking carefully over her next words before saying them. "He's ... like a kid, you know?" Nia's expression flattens, serious and thoughtful. "Not excusing him or his actions," she's quick to add, musing, almost to herself. "Kids don't always listen to what their parents tell them."