Brannon would mind, but Nemo rather thought he was the actual least of his father's worries these days. Well, maybe Ari, who seemed to have life rather well figured out, but of the younger set, Nemo was the one who could somewhat push the limits. Just a little. All he could do was shrug in response. "It'll be fine." Nemo would explain and take the heat for it. There wasn't much his father could do or say that would pull him home right now.

Unsure of what to do with his hands now, Nemo moved to lean against the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as she circled back to Paris. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to make it awkward." He really hated that they had to have this conversation. "It- it's nothing you did," Nemo scratched the back of his head idly, looking anywhere but her face. "Just happens in the morning sometimes..." Merlin this conversation was mortifying already, he could feel the embarrassment clear on his face.