He stands there and Takes It, trying to maintain the stiffness of someone who Definitely Doesn't Like Or Care About This Thing That Is Happening. But John keeps hugging him, keeps that soothing motion up, and Yellow slowly relaxes measure by measure. Bit by bit. Until he rests his forehead on John's shoulder.

"Why are you nice even though--" He falters, giving a little growl at his own awkwardness. "How does... that work, with humans, how do you get hurt and messed up and ruined and still-- Why aren't you an asshole instead?"