Now was really not the time for his brother to insist on having a 'talk' with Stephan. He was so close, literally just a bit off from being able to finally pin down the demon that had been avoiding him like the plague. But his brother swore it was important, swore that what he had to say was a matter of life or death. So Stephan listened, sitting on the edge of the shitty motel bed, his gaze staying on his younger sibling. The flickering neon sign outside cast alternating colors across the strained expression on his brother's face.

"I get you're nervous about whatever this is but can you hurry up?" Stephan said, drumming his fingers impatiently on his thigh. "I've got a demon to catch and they could be leaving the city as we speak." His tone was gruff, distant as usual, but there was an undercurrent of concern he couldn't quite hide. The motel room smelled of mildew and cigarette smoke, the air thick with tension that had nothing to do with the supernatural threat they were facing.

His brother swallowed hard, fingers trembling slightly as they wrapped around the edge of the rickety wooden chair. "It's about... about something I've been hiding. Something that's probably why this demon won't leave us alone." He paused, meeting Stephan's eyes for just a moment before looking away. "It feeds on secrets, right? Shame?"