"If I wanted the damn cough syrup, I would have gotten some myself."

Now he's building up to shouting. He doesn't need to be babied, he's a grown ass man and he knows how to take care of himself goddamnit.

"I don't need any coug..."

At that point irony decides to intervene and knock the wind out of his sails... and his lungs. He doesn't look at Price when he's done and he doesn't have the energy to shout.

"Coffee."