[ Oh. Well. John looks back at the ceiling, purses his lips, and starts thinking. The funny thing is that despite knowing that other people are there and knowing that they can see him, sometimes when he looks away, it's like they've disappeared, and he's in his own little world until something reminds him that he's not alone.

So his expressions play across his face openly, more than they would if he was looking at Dave, maybe. He's... scared, uncertain, because there's something that just implies bad things when someone says that it's up to you whether you want to know or not. So something bad happened, he's going to assume that. Something bad happened and he has to decide if it would be worse to know what it is or worse to know that it happened and that Dave knows what happened, but not actually know what happened.

Finally his face settles on something determined and he pushes himself into a sitting position. ]

<<'Okay, fill me in.'>>