"Not to me its not." He offered with a shrug, risking a glance up and frowning at the sight of the twitch. He hesitated, unsure what that was supposed to mean. But older was always doing things like that. Mostly he just went with it.
"Maybe I enjoy worrying about you." He offered, reaching out and, gently, yanking at his still tied hands. Not enough to hurt the other but enough to keep his attention. Shifting, he settled to his own knees, hands gentle on the olders knees as he frowned at him. "Please?" he tried