Teagan thought of protesting that remembering her scent wasn't the same thing as remembering her or that night, but she held her tongue. John meant well, and she knew it. In fact, she believed him that he believed it was close enough to the same thing. She slid closer to him, not caring. - not caring if she shouldn't or if he was sore or if he'd remember tonight - and put her head on his shoulder. "Sorry you're sore, John. Sorry it sucks for you like it does," she said genuinely, not looking at him. John never asked for or wanted sympathy and she knew it, but she couldn't help herself. She did feel bad for him, because was almost always in good spirits and a good person to her. He didn't deserve this.