John cast an anxious, uncomfortable glance at the Doctor's hand on his arm. He wouldn't have listed the Doctor anywhere on his list of people he'd want offering him comfort, especially of the physical sort. It was awkward and strange.
But for now his concern was concentrated mostly on his memories. "...Your mother was a nurse?" There was a petulant part of him which remained uncertain whether simply fabricating a story which was his own, or lacking his own at all but borrowing one where his memories had basis in fact was worse. Neither was particularly acceptable.