There was definitely something going on, there, though he thought it best not to pry too much. He'd known Maximus and Wyatt were about as much of an item as he and Sherlock were, but if Maximus had left him behind--
Well. He'd had rows enough with Sherlock.
"With any luck Howard will be with someone to watch his back or back in the Capitol already," John sighed. "I don't know what Sherlock will do. He'll think I have really died, with no message to tell him otherwise."

He glanced over to his companion.
"I'm sorry to hear about Wyatt. He'll probably head for the mountain himself, eventually."