John, used to notice the little things, just smiles, keeping his hand on hers, just a quiet reassurance that he is, in fact, here and real and not going anywhere, anytime soon. He's the same, in that he's not been in command for a long time, and shedding that layer is difficult - he's been wearing it like a badge of honor, but also a suit of armor, keeping him away from a bunch of things he didn't know how to face.

"Maybe we should make this a regular thing. I haven't had the chance to talk with many people who have gone through the same things as I have."