John wasn't the sort that needed someone to pat him on the back, tell him 'good job', he wasn't like Bobby and vying for any kind of parental approval, even if it meant becoming the poster child for Stockholm Syndrome. John's parental experience had been shit enough that he didn't put too much stock in adults and their approval.
"Yeah," for all that John had been grateful for a place to stay, somewhere safe without expectations, he was quickly aware that it came with a price, "you either share their ideology and principals, toe the line and do as you're told." Sure, they hadn't kicked him out, but the attitude was there.
Lost cause, tearaway child, all those eye rolls and sighs, and the apparent need for a 24/7 babysitter. "Kinda puts a new spin on their kumbaya shit." Not that the Brotherhood turned out much better. Different message, same shit.