John was really hoping Harold would pack it up and leave him alone, but it doesn't seem like he's going to be lucky. Not with this transparent of an excuse to stick around. John's not even sure what for; it's not as if there's anything Harold can do. He has half a mind to protest and ask Harold to leave, but he caves at the last second and gets up.

"You good with pasta?" Spaghetti with meat sauce is quick, easy, and will hopefully get Harold out the door fast. John just kind of wants to go to sleep; he did skip dinner and can force himself to eat (will have to under Harold's watchful eye) but sleeping will give him more distance from what happened tonight.