There doesn't seem anything bad about playing along in Jon's eyes at least. hey had found a dry, possibly secure corner to rest and wait out the weather and lamenting their findings can be put on hold for a moment of indulgence.

And so Jon pulls up a single brow and underlines it with a pout. "I'm pretty sure last time I still was your favorite. At least you kept saying that." As he speaks, his eyes drift to the little cup of coffee left next to him on the table and Jon makes to carefully try and pick it up despite the bandaging of his hand. As he does so, Jon's voice tips into curiosity. "Are you sure you don't just want to keep me around?"