"Uh..." Jake's eyes dart skyward as if seeking divine intervention, mouth continuing to drone out that one syllable. The hotel, the beach, you, Dad, Jermaine, you, the tea, you-- "Me."

He clears his throat, silence only broken up from the soft thud of his feet and the squawk of a passing night bird.

"I did some stuff he didn't like and he was letting me know about 'em. You know how hard my head is, guess he figured he'd have better luck banging it into me. Heh..."