[ Kevin looks at him, really looks at him, and holds out a hand to shake. He wants it to be casual and ironic, like being serious about this loops around into a joke that makes it less of a deeply worrying thing they're asking each other. He can't quite get there though, and it still comes across a couple degrees more somber than intended. ]

Alright, deal.

[ He already knows he can't shut off the worry machine, but he can at least like. Try to keep his mouth shut. That's doable, maybe? ]

If you need a minute I can go, but if you got something bro then like. The uh, forest floor is yours I guess.