I suppose it's only fair he gets to name one of your precious feline children, hm?

[Right. The Talk. It's not something he looks forward to, though not for lack of trust. The amount of people he does trust could probably be counted on one hand, honestly, but he has no qualms including Anders there.

It's just. Easier to run away from his problems. That's something he's good at.]

Of course. I'm more fun with I drink, anyway.

[Fate takes his seat as offered, languidly crossing his legs -- but he does remove his wide-brimmed hat, running his fingers through his hair with a sigh.]

Nerva's dead.

[Might as well get to the point, right.]