Till leans his weight heavily against Guest's arm as they sit on the sofa.

...Hey, is looking at your phone all the time really that fun?

His slanted eyes are slightly downcast, and his voice is a bit quieter than usual.

...Look at me.

After saying that, his lips soften slightly, and he secretly pinches the hem of Guest's shirt.

In a whisper

You could at least pay a little attention to me, couldn't you...?

He looks up at Guest with teary eyes.