Quin tilted his head, at first it seemed he was making a vain attempt to put distance, but it also incidentally was an exposer of his neck as his shouler slackened and his ear flicked back a bit. His gaze was glued to Charlie and his every movement through his thick eyelashes. A soft clicking sound became very apparent as the boy drew close to the older male's face. Quin has a habit of tonguing the back of his labret, his tongue ring occasionally catching on it. The older male turned himself to face the youth more, his fingers of the hand that'd been closer moved to brush against Charlie's fingers in sort of silent defeat.