[look after him...? says the ten year old to the grown man.

wow, he's really pathetic, eh. he's starting to realize how much he's let this slip, and he's clearing his throat, dialing back. get it together, Nightroad... get it together, get it together...]

...don't worry. One upside to being all grown up, is... I can take care of myself! Really. You'll be so impressed, Cain. I even button my own shirts and-- everything...

[w-weak chuckle, and he nuzzles his face against his chest as if wiping nose on his brother's duck-patterned pajamas teasingly. clearly some humor will make this all better.]