"Not what I meant and you know it." He shot back, rubbing small circles higher up his legs. He liked looking after the older, worry and all. Not that the older let him voice such ideas often, or at all usually.
"I could wear more of those stuffy suits you enjoy so much. One suit for one worry." He tried, shifting to settle closer, and reaching to fingers around the now well worn fabric around his wrists. Not to undo it of course, but to make it tighter. "or I could take your dedication lessons more seriously." He bit his lip at this, hoping the older would pick the former option rather then the latter. It was a lot harder for him to pick up on things like he and his prat of a brother did.