Pete turned the door knob and poked his head in, trying to offer a smile. "Way ahead of you." His eyes made quick work of taking in the state of the room, and the state of Kevin, doing his best to shove it out of the forefront of his mind. The last thing he wanted was to make the guy feel worse by drawing even more attention to his situation. There were plenty of people who knew things were relatively bad for the moment, and the two of them were hardly exceptions.
He stepped in, closing the door behind him as deftly as he could to avoid anyone looking inside, stopping a few feet away from where Kevin had settled. He set the bag down on the cleanest area of the ash-covered desk then folded his arms over his chest, tilting his head a little as he tried to gauge Kevin as best as he could by looking at him.
"Are you holding up alright for now?" He kept his voice even, diplomatic, without enough sympathy to be confused with pity.