Scott would argue that nineteen isn't that young and they're close in age if he knew what John is thinking. He eyes the other boy for a second, enough to see the fading injuries, but politely looks to the ceiling to give the other man some privacy. Not like John cares much about polite but the last thing he needs is someone making him uncomfortable. The first thing he needs it's obviously a lot of food.

Those burns make an unpleasantly cold sinking feeling grown in the pit of his stomach, like an iced stone. First Constantine had to deal with it and now this kid, life really wasn't fair. When Scott looks back at the blond, he seem utterly unimpressed and yet he can't quite hide the slight concern in his voice.

"We both got kicked out from the cafeteria but there are other places to grab free food if you are still hungry." He's going to completely ignore that 'get out' order from before, his posture more casual now and hands in his pockets. "I was really only stopping that can with my powers but I do owe you a dinner, I suppose."