Things I did not need to know, thank you. [So flat he could wear it as a burial shroud— and might need to, if he keeps hearing offhand details like that from his adopted sons. Hells' teeth.] And for the record, telling Astarion anything along those lines likely didn't help settle things either.

[Which is gentle, but he has a point worth making:]

You're growing, Fenris.

So is Astarion.

[And now is when he moves to sit beside him, craning his head lower just to leave them eye-to-eye.] All those petty squabbles, the drama of this place— it's going to become part of your lives, too, I'm afraid.