"Nah, my boy. I'm Irish. I'm an Irish traveller, really. Gypsy." Like Gideon might be somewhere in that heritage to have that nickname, though he doubted there was any Irish in it. Might be Roma, which he was certain Jon would have some choice words about. Whatever, not like that was surprising. He got the blanket ready for Gideon and gave him some pillows to try out, then actually just handed him the remote. There, that should ensure that teen would still be there in the morning after staying up way too long watching television.

"I'm Holden O'Shea. Not a drop of English in me and no Scottish either. Although my family would mind that one less, I reckon."