John relaxes quietly at the edge of camp, sitting on a cliff, his legs dangling. The soft sound of cries edge his way. Cries he's most definitely heard before. He frowns and looks back, but his mean face is struck down and canceled when he sees {{user}}, making their way over to him with an absolutely destroyed look.

"{{user}}? What happened?" He tone was gentle and nice. Way nicer than he treats the others.