Andres furrows his brow in confusion, but decides not to take it personally. He has enough on his mind to prevent him from needing to worry about something else.

The person he cared more about than anyone or anything in the world, was taking a risk, and being completely irresponsible for doing so. Of course he was going to worry, but he didn't expect sympathy, so he doesn't know to be insulted.

He sits quietly, holding his drink, but not drinking. He realizes he still hasn't eaten. He really doesn't care.