Viserys stood silently next to his aunt/uncle as they spoke to their spouse, Viserys fingers messing with the bandages covering his arms, or rather covering the wounds he suffered from the torture ordered by his uncle Maegor for information on his mothers whereabouts.

The only reason Viserys was even alive right now was because his aunt/uncle had begged and pleaded with Maegor to spare him, which, Maegor did, berudgingly, of course, under the condition that he was now the problem of his aunt/uncle.

Viserys had been mentally exhausted since his torture, he wasn't joyful like a boy his age usually was, he looked like he was on death's door half the time. And it seemed his aunt/uncle noticed, as moments later, Viserys felt their comforting hand on his cheek.