[He's... tense. Why is he tense? Tempus thought Serif loved his hugs. He isn't sure whether to continue rubbing his brother's shoulder now, especially with that fearful look on his face.

...Eventually, he pulls it away and rests his hands in front of him, awkwardly tapping his fingerbones together.]

Not a lot... just. Something about you disappointing me, once I... realized who you really are. It sounded ridiculous, but... I can't help but be worried. After all, you may pretend hurtful jabs go right through you-

[Ugh.]

But I know that they can still sting you. And I feel like... that letter was talking about something you've been worried about for a while.