"Don't think making them cry will help any." As if drawn to the older like a moth to a light, he found himself getting to his feet. Reaching to carefully fix the glasses better on the other's face, as if to keep them from falling down further. Before drawing his hands back like he'd been burned, jamming them in his pockets and shrugging as if it was no big deal.
Half tempted to make up something, and while he knew the older probably would have gone with it, he frowned and glanced away. "Wasn't my favorite movie, is all." Nor did he remember anything about it given he had been trying to stare at the older the entire time.