Oof.

[he manages a soft exhale with the shift in the weight - but he still manages to catch his brother, letting his arms slip around his shoulders even as he blows gently on his bubble mohawk, making some of them float right back down onto the surface of the water.]

I'd like it if it were that simple...

[he'll be optimistic but also - he wonders if it will be? at the very least... he hums softly, thoughtfully]

But I suppose we will always find our way to each other's side. And that will be the testament if we are demons or otherwise.