Not wrong, in the slightest. Kitty would be furious if he just rolled over and died, but despite his desire not to keel over right where he was, John didn't know where to go next. A sigh John took one of those cigarettes from her pack and put it right in his mouth.
"J-" There was a moment of hesitation, but ultimately he finished. "John."
Taking her lighter, opting against his mutant powers for the first time since ever, he lit the cigarette. Sucking it down John's head spun. When was the last time he smoked in his life? Not since coming here, that was for sure. His younger years? Regardless, it was the thing he needed to calm his nerves. "Cigarette in hand, John stood up and then offered his hand to help her to her feet.
"I'm going h-" He wasn't going home. "I'm going somewhere.." John commented. "You don't hafta babysit me."