"Right. The never-satisfied type? My dad is too."

He had a gifted-child-esque period where his father was proud of him, but fell quickly from that grace period.

"Yeah, I'm good..." He moves carefully to sit by Damian again, awkwardly trying to obscure his crotch, sitting against the wall with his knees bent so that hopefully nothing shows through this thin-ass gown. Conveniently, he shivers. It is cold to be wearing so much... Nothing.