Broken Boulder gotta be above it

Zamael mock-groaned at Alarian's joke, but obliged him with a chuckle seconds later, cuddling up against his brother. It took him a while to get an answer out of Alarian, and when it finally came, it was vague, incomplete. His ears perked forward, waiting for the Governor to share his thoughts without prodding. When no words came, he nudged him, head cocked in inquiry.

"Spill it," he said casually, a half-smile quirking his dark lips. "It'll feel better once you get it off your chest." He shrugged, giving Alarian an expression that was almost--but not quite--a wink. "And who knows--I might be able to help you with it. Big brother advice, right?"

These vent sessions should have been more common. Zamael thought it was good for Alarian to bring his thoughts out into the open, especially to a trusted set of ears. So often, his brother kept himself shut off from everyone, keeping all his emotions bottled up to himself. Other people might not be able to drag the shit from his brain, but Zamael thought he had the best chance of doing so--

Not to get cocky, or some shit.