"Arthur!"

John is far too busy at first hugging him back, holding him back, clinging to him tightly. The one arm splits into it's separate tentacles to better support him, and John needs a few moments of just sobbing Arthur's name in relief before he can even think, let alone answer. Finally-

"I don't know! I don't know, Arthur, I just- I woke up somehow and you weren't there and I was like this and it was fucking freezing-"