Myron was startled to see Heath jump, looking a little repentant for having scared his bandmate but relaxing and shrugging at the question sent his way, getting up from his lean against the doorframe and coming into the studio as ushered, taking a seat in a chair and certainly NOT pondering the situation had things gone badly for Heath when he'd gone to, fuck, register.
Crap, he couldn't help the words that came from his mouth before his brain was engaged enough to stop them. "A lot better than I would have been had I lost my guitarist." he commented, his tone just shy off sharp.