Burt had discovered, quite by accident, that he could escape Ziva as well. He hadn't been trying to get far, or to get away with her, but his feet had just carried him and there was no blinding pain like before. He didn't want to be mean, but most of him felt incredibly glad that he wasn't tethered to the other woman anymore. He was sure that she was nice, and she took her job seriously, but she was difficult to be tethered to, that was certain. Burt hadn't wanted to go with her on her job anymore than she would have wanted to go with him, only she hadn't listened when Burt had said as much. So, being away from her felt like freedom. It felt good to not be dragged around and treated as if you were a burden.
Now that he had the freedom to go wherever he pleased, he didn't know anywhere he particularly wanted to go, actually. Just being able to get out and move without pain or anything lingering over you was nice enough, though. It was only on a whim that Burt made a beeline toward the communal kitchen that the complex shared for everyone. Sometimes there were treats of sorts there, but Burt wasn't going to eat anything. He was thirsty, though. Ever since the heart attack Kurt had been drilling it into him that he had to take care of himself and change the way that he ate and drank and it had been rubbing off even if Burt didn't want to do any of it. Hopefully there was some sort of healthy something to drink, but then again the walk did him well too, even if it might be for nothing.
As he entered the kitchen, Burt saw the teenage boy standing in there. The familiar teenage boy. Kon. The one that was super or whatever. Even if he was super, seeing the kid drinking an energy drink brought back all of the lists of things that he wasn't allowed to have himself....and that were horrible for you. "You know, those will give you heart attacks when you're older if you drink them too often." Burt stated, leaning against the doorway. "And let me tell you, they're not fun."