( It feels unnatural, maybe because he’s so unused to it. Even now, after handfuls of friends… )

I told you, it was so I could keep an eye on you.

( Stubbornly he continues to insist this, even as his hands still occasionally fidget. Scratches, wringing, a pinch. )

…Anyway, I’m not running, but why are you so worried about me helping you with that? You even have roommates. It can’t be that bad here.