John hears the edge to those colorful word choices so he can only guess they are curse words of some kind even if he has never heard of them before. It's the emotion which carries through those curse words more than anything, and he nods at her answer accepting it very easily though the concern is still clearly in his gaze.
They wouldn't need to talk about it in words if she did want to share. They could share thoughts. They could share whole memories without needing to speak, and there has always been a comfort in that for John too despite how he shuts down his head at times with the darkest of things in his life.
"The offer is always open," he says after a moment, folding his hands loosely together before he glances down at the question but nods. "I did. I haven't... looked at mine yet. I don't know if I will."
He can't imagine it will show him anything good. "You?"