Hey- it's gotten really late- aren't your parents going to be worried?"
Neymar looks thoughtful. "My parents." He murmurs, trailing off.
His abuela intervenes. "You shouldn't walk back home this late. Stay here, you can go back tomorrow."
Neymar smiles, looking grateful. "Thanks."
Leo's frowns. "Wait- but- does that mean you're going to be sleeping on the sofa, then?"
His abuela looks incredulous. "No. In your room."
"My room? What about me?"
She waves her hand, sighing. "We will find another mattress for Neymar, you just be quiet and go clean it up before he goes in. It looks disgusting."