I know you wouldn't, but-- still glad I didn't, all the same. It'd bother me now, you know?

[The continued touch is more than welcome, his head tilting into it with a content little murmur. After a few more moments he lifts a hand to take one of Henry's, squeezing it tight and holding on to it.]

...and you didn't offend me. The only thing I was worried about was you being worried.