Pyro nodded to Kitty when she said that they should check his wound. That was a safe bet. Last thing he needed was for the wound to get infected, poison his blood, and have that kill him instead. That would really put a damper on things. "Well, I'll be sure not to rub dirt or dirty socks on my wound." John said with a smirk.
Relaxing a moment, he thought to his past. If you would of put her and him in the same room just a few years ago.. then his mind shifted somewhere else. How long has he been gone to her? There was already a new Pyro, which boiled his blood. Fucking ingrate imposter.
Her laugh though brought his mind forward as he looked back to her. "Well, I'd say you're damn close to pro." Rolling his shoulder some, it was tense and sore. "I think I'll just be all well and fine.
Well Kitty's reaction was just cute, considering she probably was just as awkward with him apologizing to her as he was with apologizing to start with. John frowned slightly and sighed. His mind immediately went to what he did and how he stepped in front of the knife with out a second thought. That wasn't the normal thing he would have done previously, but he also wouldn't of laid his life down for Senator Fucking Kelly either previously. Things get weird when you contract a lethal virus. "Kitty, don't you worry about. I couldn't imagine a better partner." He shrugged. "Well, maybe Husk." He smirked to Kitty. "At least with her I don't get knives thrown at me." With that, Pyro pushed past that conversation of him standing in the line of danger for the woman. After all, deep down, he was a shit partner. Always would be.
Standing up he looked about his kitchen, and all of the produce and products. "Well, I'll get this put away and figure in a few days a barbecue would be good to pop off." Pyro rubbed his chin some. "I have one favor though. Talk to Drake. I need him and his shitty ice, and I doubt he'd come if I asked." John looked to Kitty. Can you do that for me?"