"You sure?" Iain asked, stepping inside nonetheless. "You like like you might vomit. I got us some lunch, though I'm not sure how much you're up for eating it."
"I'm fine, keeping busy," he answered. "Filling orders at the shop, trying not to murder idiots with a saw. I hear they put you away for that." He stepped closer to Lachlan, examining him. "You want some water, maybe tea?" he asked. "Come on, sit down, you look like you might fall down."