Broken Boulder gotta be above it

Me, obviously, He answered Zamael's question with a weak grin, joke falling slightly flat; he was too tired and troubled for humor, and it showed. Sighing, he leaned his head against him. He didn't speak again until there was a question for him, and even then he paused a few beats. What's up, he asked, and it made Alarian think maybe he suspected something— surely he hadn't noticed, though. No one could have.
He sighed again. I've been— thinking about something, I guess, Oh god. He swallowed hard, unsure how to continue— so he didn't. Instead he fell silent and waited for his brother to prod him into spilling it, because obviously he couldn't just come right out with it like a normal person. That'd have been too easy.