[John's stomach clenches in sympathy with every heave, it hurts just to watch. There's not a whole lot he can do other than hold Poe up, mutter words of encouragement, and rub between his shoulders until he's done.]
Don't mention it. Here, you've got a little-
[John dabs at the corner of Poe's mouth with a bandana produced from his back pocket. A little might have been underselling it.]
no subject
Don't mention it. Here, you've got a little-
[John dabs at the corner of Poe's mouth with a bandana produced from his back pocket. A little might have been underselling it.]
There we go. Good as new.