"You know, a friend of mine may be able to lend a hand with that. I'll pass along some information, see what we can't manage. But... I appreciate it. I really do. I just hope I'm able to help you to match even a degree that you've helped me."

Jon stands, and grabs his coffee cup. He crosses their chair on his way out, and stops. A moment of consideration passes, before he gives them a small pat to the shoulder; it's awkward, and tentative, but incredibly genuine.

"If you need me, you know where to find me, comrade."