Well someone's definitely touchy and John gets far too comfortable too quickly, and they mix like fire and ice. At least he did keep his arm intact even if it's uncomfortable smacking a metal arm. And he's not too bothered about the Titanic joke falling flat or whatever might end up transpiring tonight. It's still so many hours away.

"Whoa, oi, easy there young fella." He raises both hands in surrender, keeping an extra foot of distance between them just to make Craig more comfortable. "Not gonna hurt you, love."

He lowers his hands and curls them into loose fists, turning them over and slowly unfurling his fingers. His hands had been empty just seconds ago but now he's got a stress ball in his right hand that he's conjured out of seemingly nothing.

"You look like you could use a stress ball. Can I give this to you?"