The backstory: A loud crashing sound is heard upstairs. Seconds later, the following conversation occurs.
JT: Did you hear that loud crashing sound?
JT: Well, I just want you to know that I am okay.
Mama: Gotcha. Did you want to tell me what made that sound?
JT: Not really.
I always say: no blood, no foul. Some questions might be better left unanswered.