Eric didn't think any less of John, not really. He was quite glad to see him alive and mostly well. And very very proud of him for not caving to all the instincts that must have been overwhelming him. He had been made well, and chosen well.
"In the future, all you must do is reach out to me with your ... I suppose hippies would call it essence. You'll feel me." There was a bond between a pair like them that couldn't be severed unless there is death or if the maker severed the connection.
"Walk with me." He was going to take John to Purgatory. He guessed that the boy would be extremely happy to hear about True Blood, despite how much Eric wanted him to remain on the real stuff. If nothing else, there were the fangbangers.
"Pam is here." Eric said as he kept the bar in mind, so the City would get them there. "Two of them, actually. There are two of me, as well. The other Eric is as much your maker as I am. You will be able to tell the difference between us because of what you know of me and where we were, but our blood is the same and you'll find it calls to you as mine does. If you had been mine for another ten years before this moment, you would be able to tell us apart flawlessly."
He would not begrudge John the idea of a second guide in his life.