"She's not that bad," Grayson said, though his tone carried less conviction than the words.
"Yeah, but you won't call me either if nothing is amiss." Thiago shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "You'd better visit home after this. Sort things out with your mother before she decides to show up here instead."
The threat was real enough to make Grayson grimace. His mother was known to have a tendency to appear without warning, usually with impulsive plans and strong opinions about his lifestyle choices.
"I have work," Grayson tried.
"That won't work." Thiago had a firm and serious expression on his face. "If you won't go to them, they'll come to you. Trust me, it's better to control the situation before it gets out of hand. Visit on your terms."
Grayson rubbed his temples, feeling a headache building. "Got it."
