"Who's sweatshirt is this?" Remington says holding up a sweatshirt in his hands

"Mine." Sebastian says.

Remington throws the sweatshirt at his brother.

"Just leave it there. I'm gonna fucking clean up, you fucking piece of shit

"We all know you aren't gonna do that." Emerson says, butting into the conversation.

Remington stood next to the bunks on the tour bus, using one of his hands to lean against one and the other rests of his hip.