"I do have a backlog of files that need decrypting that piled up while you were...indisposed. Worrying about you kept me from working on them myself." True, not in the way implied but- true none the less. Idly his hand slips up to rest against Isaac's upper back, thumb swiping against the skin of his nape.

Casual and possessive and vaguely intimate. Encouraging these thoughts, these desires. "You could work through them now, if you like."