Wash lipped 'Oh' with a mild look of interest at the knowledge. Then he frowned because he should have seen that and because...he liked grapes.
The syrup that Sam had given him was suspiciously less delicious looking. He turned the bottle around and inspected it with a slightly sour look. He tongue his bottom lip for a beat before, after looking back and forth between the two options, tossing them both in the basket. The bottles ricocheted off of the various boxes.
He gave the other man a sheepish look.
"I have a kid," he strained to say. He felt like he needed to explain himself. Or explain in general. Or...just talk. He really just wanted to talk.
The attempt, though, earned a couple of pained coughs which he muffled with the crook of his arm.