One of John's hands settles, not harsh, not squeezing, but implacable around Arthur's forearm.

"You are... all I need," he says quietly. There's no harsh edge, no defensiveness. It's obvious there a some kind of conflict still, some whirling maelstrom trying to find direction, but-

"I... worry. T-that I did it wrong. That I'm doing it wrong. That I- that I'm going to fail you, fail everyone when we go back, because I-" He swallows back something, a great heavy ball as he looks anywhere but Arthur.

"Because John Doe is no one to anyone."