"'Got a bad history with port cities." He mutters, before sitting down with a hand to his forehead. "Buuut never been one to say no to an adventure."

Oh Six. How the hells did this happen?

"Well, 'cept for my dad. Who's somehow my age." He shrugs. "This shit is weird. And I'mma stay a bit." Because he has a feeling he's in for a headache or three when he gets home. Or in the morning. It's complicated.