Tory frowned and Gatto was mysteriously silent. It was quite obvious to him that the kid was not 'fine'. He was twitchy, nervous, and seemed to have withdrawn far into himself. Tory carefully kept a distance between himself and the kid, in case the other snapped. It was also to give him some distance and to not cause the other undue distress. Tory personally did not like anyone crowding his space unless they had do, so he extended that courtesy to others.
"I really do not think that you are," Tory kept his voice low and even, as he would were he coaxing an injured animal, "Do you require medical attention?" Noting that the boy's hands were curled up tight against his stomach, "Or food of some kind?" Was someone starving the kid? The boy looked small and skinny enough for that to be so.