[John manages to force down the beignet, he feels Haruka looking at him, but he doesn't want to bring it up. He does, however, take comfort when Haruka's weight is added to his shoulder. It's real and tangible--something to focus on. John takes a breath, the beignet settling in his stomach. The timer is steadily counting down, but they still have enough time for this.

He lets it out, raising a hand to wipe the tears away. He'll be fine. He has to be fine. He isn't the only one here and he certainly can't be the only one freaking out about all of this.]

No matter what...from this point on it's together, okay?