Drew fluttered around uselessly as Kevin struggled to get his breathing back under control; he'd never been quite so worried in his life, in true panic that he'd done something and would somehow have killed Kevin.
He chewed at his fingernails until Kevin looked up, and he couldn't really work out that look but he knew enough to know that questions wouldn't be wanted; he felt guilty and sick with the fact that he'd done that to Kevin, and he did keep moving but much slower, keeping pace with Kevin and worrying his lip.
"Are you okay?" He asked, blurted it out because he couldn't keep it in any longer.