That gets a soft huff. Just the single one, this time, with a soft tug at the corners of his mouth.

"Indeed."

He settles again, leaning on his elbows, but there's still an uneasy worry weighing heavy in his stomach, as his right hand plucks idly at the sleeve on his left.

Part of him still wants to protest it, still. That this was a horrible choice on John's part, to invest this in him.

"You... now that you've seen- now that you know everything, y-you--" His voice falters as words fail him for a moment, and he tries again. "Every person I have loved, John. I-I don't know if it's just truly rotten luck, or some- some cruel game something like Kayne is playing, or- or maybe it's just because it's me."

He takes a breath, and it comes out quieter that he means.

"Everyone I've ever loved, dies. Well before their time."