[The promise makes Fynn smile a bit.]

I'm the one who should be protecting you, Ardyn. Not the other way around. I have a badge after all.

[He smiles somewhat as he turns towards the garbage. After tossing the soiled tissues away, he meanders over towards the sink to wash his hands. Fynn still has a meal to finish.]

You don't have to shoulder these burdens alone. You have me at least.

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[His fingers flex as he watches his brother move away, discarding the tissues and washing his hands. Continuing preparation of the meal as if nothing had changed.

He isn't sure if he should laugh or scoff. Not at Fynn's sentiment, but rather at the ironic normalcy of the sight.]

You have enough to worry about. [With his job, with his financial situation. As if Ardyn will want to pile more on top of that.] The last thing I want is for you to stretch your attentions too thin, fretting about me.

[As if to accentuate this, he forces a positive spin on what just happened.]

Besides, we should count our blessings. I could have been granted with far worse abilities.