[Yes he is, well-spotted, he's a professional nag!! As such he takes the look in stride, considering it for what it is: a sign that Gen is listening to him, even if he doesn't like it.]

I didn't tell you to do anything.

[Kids... He's mildly surprised Gen steps in to help with moving the frozen person, and generously, he takes this as a good sign and not a silent criticism of how fussy and slow he's going at it. It's fine; surely, Gen is a sweet boy somewhere in there after all.

You know, besides the complaining. He shuts his eyes for a moment, holding back a frustrated sigh. Kids.]

Do you really think you're the only person who's ever suffered? That a person has no time to think about themselves and others at the same time?

[It's not an unfamiliar take, is the thing. Anders remembers the compulsion to focus only on himself, to be content that his own affairs were at least somewhat in order and disregard those others who couldn't save themselves. He didn't even have the excuse of being a teenager back then, so, well. He gets it.

But come on, dude. No second lecture, at least; he'll let it go, for now.]

Is your leg injured?