The pair since meeting up on that fated day in town while John was almost literally in the grave sick, managed to get remotely close. She was good people, and he was okay people. Which made for a dynamic for incredible friendship. So when she called for him to talk a bit, John agreed after checking on Kitty. She had taken some decent hits during the alien attacks, and he was frankly concerned still. Though with clinic in place at her old place, and her now resting in their bed not having to worry about concussion or anything, John was able to do a few things. Like meet with Claire, and then get their left behind items in the pseudo clinic.
But now, the time being was Claire's and was it a doozy.
"So.." John finally speaking on the matter with her big tall drink of water of a Spider-Man. "He married... Carol." He questioned out loud like it was something you only read about and that it didn't actually happen to real people in Vegas.
"So, what now?" John inquired while they kept from the sun. Having the idea of a perfect companion to help lift spirits, he brought Squirtle with him. Who was content on running about while they hid in the shade. "That's really fucking.." He paused thinking about it. "That's just fucked." He glanced over to her with a smirk. "Y'know, I'd light him on fire for you." He teased. "Just can't tell Kitty."