"It's fine," Kevin nearly barked, anticipating Drew's question but not wanting to encourage further interrogation. "It's not your fault," he elaborated ever so briefly as he continued to climb the stairs at a moderate, andante pace. He still controlled his breathing, only now he was able to better mask it, in through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the mouth.
Kevin was feeling better, really, he was. Even still, he didn't want or need Drew worrying about him for the rest of...however long they were going to be hanging out. Goddamnit. So much for not being needy.