There was something to be said for his ideas. Either terrible or wonderful. Though as it stood, John was mostly focused on getting through these minutes, hours, and days to come. That was all that really pulled at his mind. "We sure the fuck will have the works. Popcorn, milk duds, and red vines." John confirmed about the night they'd have after this nightmare was over.
While her fingers touched and intertwined with his, he gave her a soft squeeze. "We got this." He confirmed, or at least he hoped they did.
The self deprecating side of John wanted to point out she was stuck here currently, but of course she stuck around with him, so that was something of a win. "Give me time." John teased. "I'm quite the handful at times." Shifting his weight he helped shuffle the pile of comfort. Again, he was just going to enjoy their time together no matter how long they had together, just pointedly ignoring the nagging thought of her suddenly being gone.
"Scoot over." He muttered so he could get close to her, and so they could cuddle up on each other as they desired. "What now?" John thought for a moment and decided to ignore the eating feeling of the illness killing them. "We sit here, cuddle when you're solid, not cuddle when you're not solid, and be absolutely miserable." John laughed. "Truthfully, no one I would rather be miserable with."