Eliot was trusting Dean to an unreasonable amount, be he wondered if he could trust him enough to take anything in front of him. He didn't like anything that could impair his judgement. There were ways to manage pain, but nothing could stop drugs from messing with his system.

But damn that bullet wound hurt.

"When's your brother gonna arrive?" he ask instead, seemingly changing the topic though at the same time trying to gauge the timing.

"And yeah... burger's fine... But mind if I watch you cook?" He might still be slightly paranoid about things.