He grunts in approval before twisting the knob and frowning a little when he saw him slumped over like he was. He sighs a little and squats down in front of him, offering over the cup. Frowning, he tried to think of some way to ... help make him feel better.

"'Ey ... ya still gonna be up fer roamin' tamarrah? S'a'ight f'ya wanna rest in. I mean..."

He was going to go on, but ... he didn't want to accidentally put him down and bruise his ego a little more. Slowly, he relaxed back, sitting down fully and folding his arms on bent knees.