Coconut Grove i'd promise you anything for another shot at life.

Instead of informing him that he was pathetic, the stranger said something fairly kind in response to Penn's plans for the day, which were pathetic let's be honest. Penn glanced over at him as he settled in alongside him, finally lifting his head from the sand. He was apparently in this now, though he still couldn't bring himself to care. He shifted his gaze out to sea, fixing his stare on the horizon where grey met blue-ish grey.

"Morningside?" Penn repeated, furrowing his brow a bit, "Don't think I've ever heard of them. My surname's Blackthorn. There are a shit ton of us, though. Wouldn't surprise me if your Morningsides got mixed up with us somewhere along the way." He shrugged lightly. He truly had no idea. He'd never cared too much for his family's history or reputation. He'd cared about his own once upon a time, but that was a long time ago.