He wasn't so easily scared off as she might think. Though the thought of looming father hood was terrifying, the idea of family wasn't so bad and almost dulled that fear. This was his little family, they'd chosen him for some reason even considering all his flaws. He knew he had a great deal of them, but they didn't seem to care. Mary hadn't judged him or hated him when he decided he had no idea how to react to the woman, she'd simply waited him out. Now he could almost feel comfortable with her. The only one he didn't yet was Sherlock, he was growing more and more awkward around the man.
John didn't have to even fuss with his tea, she' gotten it perfect too. He sipped at it carefully so as not to burn himself and stretched his hand again. Damn thing kept tightening up on him, and he was forced to put down the cup."Did she? I didn't mean to cause her to worry." Either of them really. He hadn't meant any stress on them, but gaining a family wasn't something he was good at. It'd taken him an age to let in anyone aside from Sherlock. Now that he had of course he was quite protective of those he considered his, but he wasn't the type to move quickly with these things. "So you do talk to them?" He asked her, regarding Ava. "A woman told me at work she was having conversations with an infant." John really didn't understand children. He was trying a little though.