Once she's under the blankets, John stands to undress himself, leaving his shoes in the closet, then taking off his suit and shirt and hanging them up. Before Finch, in the state he'd been, he probably would have just dropped them where they fell, but he's been well trained since then. Once everything is hung, he goes around to the other side of the bed and climbs under the covers as well, then slides his hand along Karen's arm.

"You're okay," he says softly. It's not as easy as that, John knows that better than most, but he can't not say it. He wants to be able to give that to her, a place where she might be okay in the long run, even if she doesn't at the moment.

His hand moves over her arm, up toward her hair, fingers carding through the soft strands.