It's said with a throwaway kind of air, like Sam's words just slipped off his tongue, but Nate knows better. He's heard that line before, gotten this lecture plenty of times when he was at the orphanage. He'd never been able to stop himself from getting into fights then, either. It didn't matter if the kid was three times bigger than him, Nate still threw himself into it with his fists if anyone dared to speak a word against his family.

Things hadn't gone exactly that way this time, though Nate's pretty confident Cassius would have wasted no time in insulting his family too, if he'd had the chance. Not a soul in Darrow besides Sam knows how Nate grew up, not even his closest friends, and he means to keep it that way. He buried all that when he buried the Morgan name.

"I'm not twelve anymore," Nate still argues, rolling his eyes at Sam. It's still a little weird having this kind of conversation at all. Sully knows Nate better than almost anyone, but there are details Nate's still never even told him. He's spent the better part of twenty years pretending like his childhood never happened, but his brother is back from the dead, and so is all that history.