John doesn't quite understand at first--and it's got nothing to do with the flourishes in the way Lev and Anzu speak. When he mentions the crowd, though...

It clicks, and while John's not having that particular problem at the moment, the offer of a wall at his back, coming from a place of understanding that particular fear, is oddly touching.

"...yeah." he admits, and a tension he hasn't been aware of until now eases out of his back, letting him roll his shoulders and unfold his arms. The consideration without judgment...he feels strangely held by it.

"Yeah, that--I'd be all for that, actually. Thanks, man."