Well.. their mother -had- said not to expect anything to special, and he guessed this was exactly what she meant by that. A furrow of his brow and he tilted his head upward, letting those errant strands of hair fall back and out of his face, hazel eyes shifting momentarily until he straightened his posture against the door frame and stretched a bit.
"Nothin.." Was his simply reply to her concise retort, removing his hands out of his pockets he turned half-way placing a palm against the door.
"Good to see you sis.." He mused, eyes on the floor before he shook his head, a small sigh of disbelief before he moved on and into the room that was soon to become his, figuring he should've brought his backpack up with him and thus descends the stairs and retrieves it along with his jacket and his shoes, this being about the time his mother alerted him to dinner being finished.
"Alright, i'll let her know." He assured her, his ascent of the stairs much slower than before, especially right before he reached Rebecca's room again where he stopped, shoes under his arm, pack over his shoulder, and jacket in his hand.
"Hey.. mom says dinner's ready." He kept it short. She didn't want to talk to him. She didn't really seem that elated in response to his overall being there, so he took it with a grain of salt and figured things right now were just difficult, but what about him? It's not like this was all flowers and freakin' sunshine for him.. but whatever. Dropping off his pack by the end of the bed, jacket slung over a chair next to a desk, and shoes placed neatly by the door, he headed for the kitchen.
"You know, Rebecca, you're eventualy going to have to talk to me.. I hope you know that." Was said in passing her room, jumping a couple stairs to the bottom, he greeted their mother with a smirk, giving her a genuine hug this time as he made himself comfortable at a chair in the kitchen.
"Thanks mom.. you didn't have to do all this."