The presence of the cane Kris lifted confused him for all of a heartbeat before he caught himself, making sure he didn't stare, didn't ask. Of course, that didn't stop him from internalizing. The guy couldn't have been more than thirty, if that. Was he sick? Or injured? Was his leg even there? He decided there was no subtle way to check so he refrained.
"Rain check for next time," he told Daniel, still smiling before his expression turned lightly dismissive, waving his hand in front of him a bit. "I'm sure there are medical reasons or whatever to let you sit on your ass for a while and not worry about doing anything. Soak that shit up and chill while you can."
He slid around the kitchen island and headed for the fridge even as he continued on. "Are you guys in the mood for anything in particular? Or, is there anything you can't have? Allergies? Dietary restrictions? A completely adult hatred for veggies?"