The fact that Howard was limping here, bleeding from a head wound and trying to give him dating advice was so far beyond anything that he was equipped to deal with that he nearly rolled his eyes out of his skull and snap 'Priorities' at him, which he only managed to keep under control by biting down hard on his inner cheek. The performance wasn't for him, he reminded himself. This would all be on the television in the capitol. Keep it believable, and sympathetic.

"As if anything I could do would change his mind," He grumbled lowly. "He already--" He bit the words off, and frowned, as he tried to help Howard lope in the general direction of John. It was going to be a bit of a walk, like this. "There's no reason to be concerned. He made it all too clear that it is not an option."