"Right. Of course." Humans can last a reasonably long time without water, he wants to tell Jack. He and Arthur have lost blood like this before. He'll be fine, just as every time before. But that would sound rather too much like arguing when he is trying to be gracious.

Even if he isn't on death's door, the fussing feels... nice.

He folds down onto the bed with the finality of a tree going over. John curls down to pluck blearily at his shoelaces, cheek pressed to the comforter with a sigh of relief.

"I'll sleep."