Arie keeps looking at Kimi for a moment, something in those dark eyes softening and finally he gives in with a small, sad frown. It's not his place to butt in there but he can't quite imagine how the brothers do this, years of silent treatment. He could never keep away from his family like that. He calls either Ulysse or Midnight at least once a week if not a whole lot often.

However, the mention of Despil's brother clears those thoughts out of his head and something else replaces them. Something that tingles at the bottom of his stomach. It's fucking ridiculous, isn't it?

"Little Damian, all grown up?" he asks with a small, sharp smile.

"Ain't so little anymore," Despil laughs, his hand curling around Kimi's thigh more securely, sliding under it to hold it while they sit there, his thigh against Kimi's, warmth shared without a word. "I would also have to learn how to smile like a doofus most of the time," he huffs. "You better stay out of his pants this time." The last one is directed at Arie, who has no idea how much damage he does by just breathing.

"Hey, you get your grimy paws out of my business," Arie grins but then waves a hand at Despil because he's not in the mood to have a cat fight and there are only so very few things Despil will bother making a fuss about, his twin being one of them. "Listen, it's been years. He probably has a nice girl- or boyfriend and all this fretting on your part is so pointless."