It wasn't very far to walk. He gives Shiro space, as the older guy does likewise and he takes the invitation to sit on the couch. Injury or no, he figured he could still take Shiro if he had to. He tried to relax a bit, pulling his leg onto the cushion and reaching down to rub his ankle. It was longer than a human's ankle, or rather the tarsals were longer, considering how he walked on his toes rather than the whole of his foot.
"Do you know what you're doing?" He asks, looking over the couch. Because he didn't.