Once in the kitchen, he leans against the counter, taking a break, resting his head down on it for a long, long moment. Everything spins around him and it would be nice to just take a nap there. To just let the world melt away and he could just sleep, right there. On the counter. Or maybe curl up on the floor.

It takes him a while before he comes back and he notices that look, yes. And it's promptly ignored.

Instead, he hands a cup to Jon and sits down.

"Alright. Thoughts?"