"Bullshit," Stephen said uncharacteristically. "Adrian, you thought Sophia was hot, but she let you do whatever you wanted, have the little happy, imaginary world. You never needed that, even if you thought you did, or she did, whatever. The only reason I got in is because a) I told you to fuck off a few times and b) I had no expectations other than you fucking me over. You could have had plenty of hot women or men around, with less complications, but I bet no one else ever stood up to you."
He squeezed Adrian's hand. "We're having children, because I'm always right as we have determined, and a child will make us terribly happy, and we'll make this child terribly happy. That's all we need, Adrian. The rest will sort itself out."
Yes, and he was rolling his eyes again. "He wouldn't have been like you, because by definition he would have been a younger brother, looking up to you, no matter how annoying you got, and whether you want to admit it or not, you would have loved him. Or her."