There was a lot of panic that was in John. The feeling was insanely the same as before, and if they had something similar dips in abilities, it was not a good sign. Though, him and Kitty weathered the storm the best they could. They had been miserable, and they were quite sick. With Squirtle and Kitty's help, John was able to keep the house from burning to the ground, just as he helped point out that she was phasing through the couch or something.
They were a team, and that alone was something helping keep John grounded and from panic.
Though the thing that made John stir in the morning, he felt movement. That was not right. John was a hard sleeper, being able to sleep through an earthquake. Though with Kitty in bed with him, she sheets and blankets moving about and her weight vanishing from his side, would wake him immediately. So with her stirring, John acknowledged she was up and that was fine, but he was much more interested in staying asleep.
A grumble came out from him as she asked how he was feeling. Another grumble erupted from John as he reached up and pulled her back to laying down. "Shhh. Sleeping." He said as he nuzzled his face against her.