She probably shouldn't be, but Karen is almost relieved when he says he isn't alright. If he hadn't, she'd have had to call him out on how far from true that must be, and she doubts he needs that from her right about now. What he does need, she doesn't know, but a look at him alone would be enough for her to know that he isn't alright, and it shakes her more than she'd care to admit. She'd liked Harold, too, cared about him deeply, but she knows that there's a depth to the bond John has with him that she'll likely never understand. That's fine with her. It may leave her a little clueless now, but she's navigated tricker situations than this.

"You should rest," she says gently, taking a seat beside him and lacing her fingers through his. "You can stay here tonight, if you want."