"Yeah, tell me 'bout it," responded he as he closed the screen door behind him before rubbing his two hands together -- they were sure to feel itchy again, later.
"I'm okay, thanks," was what he said next to Remy in the subject of most possibly being in need of one of those drinks within the cases. Kevin did this with a shake of his head and small wave of his slightly-blushing hand.
He began to unzip his jacket as he stepped into the kitchen, careful to not be on Remy's way and with deftness as though he had been doing it since a long time ago, Kevin slid the envelope off his armpit and slid it onto the table as he started for the cupboard to fetch for his mug. A nice, warm drink of anything was in order.