John eyes the empty glasses as he takes a seat across from Andrew. Chocolate milk must be the kids version of alcohol. "I'm fine," he says easily. "I thought I'd check up on you, just to make sure you're no worse for wear after the cave ins. Did they get you a new inhaler? "

Because if one isn't organised, he is going to drag the kid away from his chocolate milk to sort it out. He didn't want to see the effects of Andrew going without it again.