Oh. The inhaler. To be perfectly honest, Scott had all but forgotten it entirely. His eyes widened and he covered it up by ducking his head and letting his mom feel the sweat. He wasn't lying, he had been out running. He'd just been running on all fours as opposed to the usual bipedal jogging. "The preserve. I don't know, I was just...running until I got tired."
He offered another guilty grin. His pockets were totally empty. He hadn't even brought his phone. "No, mom, I didn't - ah, I forgot it. But I didn't need it. I haven't needed it at all lately. And I'm on first string now, so I've been pretty active."
Scott rested his hand over Melissa's, curling his fingers around her's reassuringly. "Maybe my asthma was like, psychosymmetric." He's pulling the wrong word out of thin air, trying to remember something he saw on an episode of Sherlock. "I feel fine. You really don't need to worry."