Seth's brow rose a little as his gaze cut briefly toward his sister.
Hell no. He was the oldest, he should've been the one with the private room. Richie could share with Tonka.
"You don't want to share your room with Seth," Red answered before giving Seth a chance to speak. He knew exactly what argument his oldest was about to make. It was one of many, many reasons it wasn't an option, "It'll be alright. The voyage is only a few months, we'll be there quicker than you kids can finish out this next school year."
"Yeah. None of us ever really wanted to socialize while we were actually on the bus," Red nodded, "although sometimes it feels like staying on this ship isn't much different than the bus," he admitted, referring to the living quarters specifically, "I know it hasn't been that long but I'm damn ready to have Seth and Richie back in their own individual rooms."
"That sounds like it's probably accurate," Red chuckled. It really wasn't a surprise that they had rougher relations with David and Violets families. They were old proper money.
Red and Debra were from more of a money-of-questionable-origins kind of background. Their personalities and life experiences didn't mean so neatly with the older folks.