By the time Warsman comes back Sasuke's boots are off and he's perched almost warily on the couch, as if he expects it to swallow him whole if he should dare sit back and relax, but that's alright. Shoes off means he's stuck here for a little while just out of practicality- which might be a terrible thought to have, but part of him is still worried that his new guest might vanish if he turns his back for too long.

He manages a quiet little laugh, at least, at Sasuke's accusation. It feels as though they've had this conversation so many times it's become a running joke of sorts. "I know, and I'll go on worrying anyway." Gauging even his own tone is difficult; he's being flippant, but he can't seem to shake the apology that underlines the whole thing. The trouble is, he does feel a little guilty for worrying when Sasuke can obviously take care of himself and his attention has even more obviously made him feel uncomfortable in the past.

The tea provides a welcome excuse to stay quiet for a moment or two. Warsman swallows a mouthful and lets it relax him. Why is he even tense at all? He's among friends.

"You couldn't get any of your things?" he asks after a moment, glancing up from his mug (mug. Robin would have a heart attack if he saw him serve Earl Grey in a mug).