Pietro just nodded, reaching one arm around John's waist and just letting him know that he was there, finally reaching for his own pack of smokes and dislodging one, waiting for it to be lit. He made no comment about the tears.
"Only care about those who care about you." He breathed in when his smoke was finally lit, staring off across the forest because he knew John didn't want to be stared at. "Else disaster just happens. It just does."