JR slowed down a bit and nodded at Roxy as she waved, and detoured to the indicated store without stopping. He felt a little bit better at her reassurance, but he didn't know her well and didn't know her background. And Bobby was family.
He knelt down by his nephew's side and looked him over. Bags under his eyes and sallow complexion, if he didn't know better he'd suspect Bobby went out and got shitfaced the night before. "You look like hell Sgt. Sully." He observed fondly, taking his wrist and checking his pulse just to be safe. "I thought the British Army knew how to hold their liquor?" A little friendly teasing to lighten the mood couldn't hurt anything.