John sends her a quiet but warm look at the shy admission. He can feel the apprehension, the anxiety, the fear, and the sinking dread too. There's a pause then as he breathes through that, and he feels some of his own anxiety at the thought of his disc which he's kept on him but he hasn't looked at yet.
"Your life must be really difficult. Painful." He breathes out then between his teeth, staring down at the floor. The tension in him rolls off of him in waves. "I doubt mine will either. Part of me wonders if I'm not... just avoiding something I just need to face."
Whatever is on that disk. If it's a memory though, he remembers it all so well. Good, bad, mistakes. Mistake after mistake.