"That's worse! All those papers and rings, they're just a tool to force people not to change their mind! You know when you trust someone enough to care for your kids, and you know if that feeling fades. You don't need some," irritated handwave, "religion boss to tell you whether it's right or not." And it's not until this point that he realizes he was talking too loud and too long, and he folds forward to cough dryly into his hand as before.

"Fuck," he rasps, leaning over the rock to grab the tea that's been abandoned on the ground for awhile now. He's going to take a few long pulls from it, fingering lightly at his throat. This leaves him quiet and watching Garrot out of the corner of his eye as the other tells him even more about his kids. Damn, he's really learning a lot about this dude.

After a few moments with the tea, he clears his throat, nodding almost knowingly as Garrot acknowledges the help he got from his family. "All kids are hard sometimes. You'd probably be even greyer if you didn't have them around~" he teases, quieter now that his voice is giving him trouble again.