"Well, I'm not exactly murdering children and drinking their blood," John, even in a state of almost panic, is well versed in sarcasm. Because really, he's not too terrible a bloke. Sure, he cheats a bit at cards now and again, but that's not Hell worthy, is it? No. It can't be.
"It's stupid," he says after a few moments more of just letting Q be properly comforting, because frankly, it's too nice to pass up. And he wants it, even if it is a bit… not manly or cool at all, really. "You're right. I shouldn't even think on it."