Andy approached the cooker like it would bite him if he got too close, trusting that Kareem knew what he was doing and just following his brother's lead.
Honestly, it had probably been the best thing Kareem could have done for Andy right then. A physical distraction to make Andy focus his thinking, use his hands and pay attention was exactly what he needed to keep the constant dark flutter of his mental illness at bay. He always felt it, likely always would, but it was just a background hum to him for now instead of the manacle and weight around his midriff that it had felt like before.
Andy observed Kareem pouring oil into the pan, ready with the meat in hand. "When does this go in there?" he asked. "How's the toms doing?"