Evander had been showing signs of mental stress for several minutes now, or possibly the entire conversation so far, but John had been too focused on his own thoughts and feelings to take notice, or to care. (And Lynn had been too, hence her mortifying oversight last post) It was impossible to ignore this latest display, though, as his brother emptied his stomach all over the manicured lawn of the cemetery. He'd just left quite a mess on someone's grave, John thought, and since it was mingled with the grass it would be difficult to vanish with the wave of a wand. Hopefully that dear departed soul, whoever they were, didn't have any family planning to visit today.

"Hey, uh —" he began, trying to switch to some sort of comforting brother persona but finding the transition rather awkward. It would be easier, probably, if the two of them had ever tried to comfort one another in the past, but that was a foreign concept in and of itself. Having to try and figure out what it felt like mere seconds after having argued with him, and in the wake of their father's funeral, was... challenging, to say the least. "Do you need to go home or something? I can... make up something to tell Mum and Evelina," he offered vaguely, at a loss as to what that something would be.