[Oh god his cool is ruined. Not that he was ever cool to begin with. Griffin tries to compose himself, clears his throat.] Wonder where he gets it from. Jeez. [it's you, asshole]

[Awkwardly, he tries to busy himself by picking up the bag of drinks that his double had dropped off. Rifling through them - bottled teas, juice and pop, iced coffee and of course, energy drinks.]

U-um... you want one?