John took her hand and stood up. He looked at her hand when she attempted to help with the blood on his coat, and lifted his gaze as if to tell her it wasn't a priority. He'd had blood on his coats before.
"Come on" he said, nudging her into walking with him to get to her bar. He made they walked out of the open doorway rather than through the broken window, and kept an eye on her in case he needed to guide her.
"Was probably about time then" John replied. "You can only take so much and then you reach a breaking point. Happens to all of us" he shrugged. "And when you get through it, you go back to taking it all again, fighting, showing no fear. Back to giving the world the middle finger" he paused. "Least I do" he added with a small smile.