He laughs again, and lifts his cup and the wine in his other hand, seeking to prompt his brother to do the same.

"I give, I give. No way to face any forebearers if I'm bald."

Not that he's less ashamed with all his hair, but it can be the jest it's meant to be, not heavier, weightier things.

"I'm an idiot, you're a fool. Some things don't need to change." Like this, drinking and insulting each other in the ways that don't have to dig deep, that can be laughed off, because it simply is the moment, and not the rewriting of their lives through the lens of their worst moments.