John turns and falls into the couch, rubbing at his eyes. He's tired, but, keeps reminding himself of how angry he was over certain things to keep fueling himself forward. He nods in thanks to the candles and other goodies.

"Better, more or less. Fairly sure if I went about trying to uncovering the secrets right now? I'd end up unconscious." Though part of him has to wonder if that's a worse outcome than having to deal with certain things right now.

His cheeks puffed out at that last statement. "Both."