John hadn't even noticed the other passengers. He'd been a bit preoccupied with his own condition and the throbbing in his head that caused said previous groggyness. It gave him a slight slur when he spoke, chances were he had a mild concussion ontop of the other injuries he could feel. His shirt was a bit bloodied up and his heart felt like it had sunk permanently into his stomach. Sherlock would come for him and he feared that. He almost hoped he wouldn't really but he wasn't in the position to send him a message.
For a moment he wondered how the other passengers were so quiet, but it was Moriarty. He was a genius, he'd planned everything to go like this from the beginning. They'd all been playing his game and it was clear to him now. John had wanted to believe so much that the outcome would be different, but looking down at his arms he began to have doubts and flashbacks.
Flashbacks of the day Sherlock fell infront of his eyes. He wanted to protect his friend and instead he was leading him into the same scenario they had before. Just him and Moriarty. What kind of friend did that? He didn't deserve friends. Weighed down by guilt he almost didn't hear Moriarty's babble about falling. "No. Last person I want to go there with is you." John felt his eyes threaten to close for a moment thanks to the pain but he fought to keep them open.
"You really expect me to help you figure out how to kill me?" His voice was full of disbelief. He knew the man was a psycho but really, he wasn't exactly planning on dying. Or helping plan it. "He's going to find you. He always does."
He had hoped his tea trick was going to work, but on a very thin hope. Moriarty wasn't that easily distracted. "That'll do."At the very least he got tea, even if it was being held for him. It helped to calm his nerves a bit as much as he hated to admit it. "If she does I'll shoot her myself." He glared and looked down the small walk way toward the pilots door. Why weren't they stopping this? How was this even continuing, were they under some kind of mind control? Anything was possible in this place. He didn't want to think they were doing this of their own free will and the world could really be that cruel. Sherlock had always told him that caring would get him hurt, apparently he wasn't that far off from right.