John nods and turns his toes, careful with his range of movement, waiting for the pain that might bloom. It's dull, but it's clearly present and he settles in for a little bit longer of a wait.

And if the news were pressing, he thinks Daniel would tell him now, so he nods again and says, "Then let's not steal her thunder. I can be patient."

He's not the sort to press for information either. There are all kinds of reasons why someone might not tell him something and he can respect that decision.