[John doesn't want to talk about this either and his own posture telegraphs his discomfort in rolling waves. He has his own little tricks to deal with his personal issues and he doesn't particularly want Mycroft to be aware of and start picking those apart. His reluctance to join the Town Guard on a regular basis had been at least partly thanks to the idea that someone would be able to take note of any regular patrol he was on and either stalk him or evade him. Better to make shorter, more sporadic forays that aren't as predictable. He never visits the same hunting grounds twice in a row, either.]

That's gonna be a problem come winter. The seasons here change suddenly. One day to the next, it'll go from fall leaves to three feet of snow. [John's mentally bracing himself for that shift because it's going to be... difficult if he's here to witness it. Just the thought of it now is sending his heart rate ticking up.]

I don't care how fine you're gonna pretend you are, by the way. Whatever you say doesn't leave this clinic. Sherlock's worried about you. That's the only reason this is happening. [He gestures between the two of them.] So, the sooner you're actually better and have a handle on things so you're not panicking regularly, the better it is for the both of us.

[There's a long pause before John crosses his arms and looks away.] Sometimes you won't see it coming. Most people are generally pretty sympathetic around here. Had an episode a couple of months back. It was raining and there's a woman who's a psychic here. She put up a barrier so I couldn't feel the rain. Reminded me of something that happened in Norfinbury. I lost it, started yelling at her. She dropped the shield, sat with me for a bit in her house.

The fact that you will be fine doesn't mean that you are fine. Don't make light of it. It's not something to make light of.