Takao shrugs "It's all relative, maybe I'm just a basketball head who is fond of his own voice, if so, guess making good points or not wouldn't make much difference." He snickers, clearly teasing.

And he can not help it that he's older, that's just birth timeline. He really doesn't think or consider if the other boy is judging him. If he started worrying about what people thought now, he'd have to change a lot, and frankly, he likes himself, no matter if other people do or don't. He's not sensitive enough to be offended by any quiet judgment Gokudera may choose to have.

"Right, that's what I was thinking." This makes him wonder, so instead of beginning to push the buttons, Takao studies them, chewing softly at his bottom lip "Pressing them backward would be the next easiest option, but again, too easy. What if it's alphabetical." He is breaking down patterns in his head, debating over them, not going to make a move till one of them is reasonably certain they have the right pattern, he does not want to accidentally restart this whole scenario again.