Making up

Bedtime conversation in Spawn Y's room. There's unresolved sibling tension. I'm hopeful they will sort it out soon so I can have a shower and finish my gin - which is downstairs getting closer to room temperature the longer I'm up here. (Spawn X knocks and enters room)

Me (whispering): Do you want me to leave?

Spawn Y (whispering): No

Me: Hey. Did you want to talk this out before bed?

Spawn X: I'm sorry I was sarcastic to you before. That wasn't cool.

Spawn Y: That's OK. I'm sorry I was irrationally sensitive.

(They hug)

Me: Ah sweeeet ... You guys are so mature. Just so you know - me and uncle Michael never had conversations like this.

Spawn X: That's cause we're better people than you.