John was too distracted with wondering what her motive was to notice their drection at first. He walked along beside her, silent when she was silent, and glanced at her when she spoke. What she said made him slow down.
"What? How did she... I mean, I'm sorry." As a healer, especially lately, John hated death. He saw it as something surmountable. Something that only took enough focus and skill to overcome. Maybe it was her confession, or maybe it was his own grief speaking, but John volunteered some of his own information.
"I used to have a big crush on Sorin. He was just so... happy. I wanted to be near him. And he was gorgeous. But." John shook his head. "He shot me down as gently as he could. He didn't want to be tied to just one person. Sorin loved everyone. That's why..." John shook his head harder, fighting back the tears. "Anyway. I'm sorry you had to see that."