Am I the one who -- oh, come on. I know I've got like, a couple years left to hit my manly peak but that's downright insulting.

[ Him? Scream like - like a high-key banshee? No. Way. His would be more of a shout, and he wouldn't be shouting anyway, he'd be figuring out how to get the hell out of these trees.

He shakes his head, points back in the direction of her arm, because we are not having any further discussion about him being slow as balls to hit puberty. He's fifteen-going-on-sixteen, okay. He's well aware of his shortcomings. ]

As for genetics, well, you know, you could have caught a self-healing gene from one of your parents. An aunt? Uncle? Grandparents? No?