"Fine-" the answer is too quick, voice tight, and he hates himself for how his throat trembles when he sucks a too-deep breath in. "I-I'm fine, I'm--"

He gives a damp sniff, and when he turns to John all he can give is a wan smile, his eyes red and distant even as his voice recovers with a hollow cheer. "I think- all of that just. Took it out of me more than I realised. I'm... I-I-I just- I should rest, really. Can you-?"

He gestures vaguely to the mess of a counter. "If- if that's not too much to ask, I know none of it's yours, but..."