He froze, sulking at his words, at the sudden coldness from the older. If anything, he thought his tiny fears about hurting the older were warranted. "Boss-"He started, before moving to clamber off him, gaze lowered. If there was one thing he'd learned, when the other such a tone, or something close to it, doing it or being hurt in response was usually the only two options.
It was also frustrating. The older never let anyone worry about him, not really. Frowning, he halfway reached for the tie before dropping his hands. "No." He started. "You're...you're going to let me worry about you, boss." He tried, but there was no challenge in his voice. His gaze still lowered and upset