No need to fret, John's a professional. Okay maybe not, but he is too smart to needlessly splatter himself on the pavement; unlike some murder-happy vigilantes in the universe of an opposing franchise, he doesn't have fancy regeneration powers to rely on. It's not hard it's just basic physics and geometry. Reckless? No! It's just time efficient, and so happens to be fun, too! Being held on to is totally not a huge deciding factor, either.

"You could have used your cane you know, if you didn't change it up like that," he tease is completely superficial and without offense; he's absolutely just being pesky because he can and he's just so happy.

"But I guess it's not big deal; maybe you just want an excuse to give me a big cuddle," he snickers at the absurdity of his friendly mocking and strolls casually over to the shamrock-green picnic blanket he's spread out over the concrete of the roof. He melts into a cross-legged posture, elbows on his knees and chin in his palms as he gazes adoringly at his beloved companion.

"So, how you been! What's the sitch? Sit down next to me and tell me everything!" he doesn't specifically mention Oswald because obviously that's a potentially delicate matter, but also, he's here for all the juicy gossip and he's come prepared with a stock of protective wrath, just in case it's needed.