Laughing, John moved with her tug to bring him closer to her. Which as expected, she informed him that he wasn't dumb. That was fair. Him and her were very smart, but he would lean on singing praise for his girlfriend. She was obviously the better one of the two of them. Successful, smart, gorgeous, and most of all - didn't let some virus take her out. John only hoped he could ever be half as good as she was. With both brows up, he laughed. "You're only with me for my ass?" Scrunching his face at her, he countered. "What if I'm only with you for your ass?"
With time, mental wounds would heal as her physical wounds would. At least Claire kept driving the point that his fucked up head was just as important as her hand, even if John didn't see it that way. "Yeah." John accepted her words. "Time." With a sigh, John leaned on Kitty for a moment.
"Pft. Sharing is for losers." John looked to her with a smirk. "I mean, why would I share anything when I can keep it for myself." Of course, he would concede to Kitty and share something with her. Well maybe not ice cream. Or cookies. Brownies. Well, his sweet tooth often was very greedy.
"Ugh." His fingers traced over where her new scars would be. "It has to get better. Really it does." Did the pair of them every have an easy trip into the doors? John was almost certain they hadn't. "Lets take the rest of this month of, try in December." John sighed. "I just don't want to fuck with that right now."