He pats some more because it seems to be helping. Pat, pat, pat.

Pat, pat, pat.

John seems to come to but he's not saying anything, it looks like he's struggling to wake up, so more patting it is.

And then suddenly he has an armful of John pressed up against him and oh. It's so strange, he still isn't used to that at all.

"I, yeah, sure."

His voice fizzles out into a soft mutter. He feels awkward and clumsy, their fight over the Mirror from earlier still so present but somehow also very far away.

"Are, are you okay?"