"Knowing you, you'd probably manage to hit the most hazardous things possible on the way down." John pointed out with the slight slur and thicker accent from his hometown that always lingered in his voice when he was properly drunk. The pain finally whispered away between his temples, causing John to sigh in relief.

"...And it's not, you know." He added after a quiet moment, with just the rolling of his glass against the table filling the air. "Not just your concern. Your well being, I mean. I'm allowed to worry. As your doctor. As you friend."