Jon's attention only flickers to the cup momentarily, before his focus is right back up to Daisy, listening quietly, attentively. When she stops speaking, he stews on everything for a moment, before bringing his teacup back up, finishing his drink, before setting it aside with care. Even with the statement itself coming to a close, and the contentedness that comes with that settling over his mind like a gentle blanket of snow, he's still furrowing his brows, lost in thought.

"When life molds you into someone new, there's only so much you can do before you find that your original self is gone, often for both better and worse. The longer time goes on, the more purposeful everything seems to become to try to remind you of that."

It's a sentiment he understands all too well. Remembering who he was even a mere few years ago feels like the life of a stranger, after everything has been said and done. He's quiet for a moment, and offers Daisy a look, something tentative yet sincere. He's not emotionally verbose, and the sentiment is short, perhaps a bit clumsy - but he's certain she understands that particular struggle.

"...For all the trouble it took, up to this point, I'm glad you're here as you are."