[He can feel himself itching to make a comment and scold his brother, but it looks like Serif is already scolding himself. Tempus just stays silent, watching his brother carefully, and hesitantly bringing a hand forward to rest it on his shoulder.]

A rough night is something that should be talked about. Serif, please tell me what's going on?

...I don't want to betray your trust, but I did see some of what those notes entailed. If you don't want me to assume the worst, it'd be better to tell me the truth.