At those first words out of him Pietro froze, his gaze steady and softer than normal, because he knew what a taboo subject family was among people like them. He listened, trying not to let a little of a pained expression find it's way onto his face.
He knew that words were not expected, and though he talked more than he should Pietro also knew when to shut the fuck up. Instead, he just leaned in and rested his chin lightly against his shoulder, his nose against his neck because it was all he used to be able to do for John when he got like this, which was so rare.
Of course he noticed the slight shaking of John's shoulders because other than Wanda, he was the only person in his life. He sighed and looked up at him. "Is she going to live?"