"Could you guys not talk about me like I'm not here?" John snapped, finally pushed over the line by the weird clothes-or-no-clothes discussion, but not actually angry to speak up until he found out that Barely Legal could become a nickname. He was trying not to let the situation get to him so much since Elliot had gotten back, because he didn't need to drive the guy into a full nervous collapse just by bickering with his sister, and Elliot always looked like he could be driven into nervous collapse in a heartbeat. Part of him wished he knew any way to calm Elliot down, while the rest balked at the idea of giving anywhere near that much of a shit.

He'd just calm down himself. That'd do it. If one person here wasn't being a dick - even if choosing himself meant the plan hinged on the least qualified party - that'd make things better.

"Alright, truce. No more antagonizing." He even made himself put his lighter away for the time being, ceasing the incessant clink-clank of its open and closing at last. "If you can manage John instead of whatever cute joke comes into your head about me, no more antagonizing."