Really, self? Four can't help the deep chuckle that escapes him as he stares at his older self's back. Stretching out his arms he shakes his head, "Of course not! I'm sitting up and wondering how many creatures have blasted my mind to end up with such reactions in my old age." There was nothing he could figure that would have him nearly crawling up a tree in a fit, simply because someone was laid out on the grass.

After a moment he leans forward a little bit, smile still on his face, "Cockatoo? Do you need an afternoon nap? Old bones weary?"