John isn't, so he doesn't. He just assumes Dirk is still listening to him as he talks and feeds his eggs back into his bag sylladex. They're away and his bag is back on his back by the time Dirk starts responding.

He rolls his eyes in response to Dirk saying he said sorry already, sure, ok well, it was a weird fucking thing to do so while he might have forgiven him for it, he's not going to stop ribbing him over it.

"Well, maybe there wouldn't be a told-you-so if you hadn't treated her like crap for months," he says, and then stops, and thinks. "Ok, there might still be anyway, but she'd still be trying to help you." He sighs, uncrossing his legs and sticking them out in front of him on the sand. A little bit off in the distance, Adagio is frolicking in and out of the surf, kicking her hooves up behind her joyfully. "Do you actually really think Jane here is totally irrelevant or is it the sort of thing where you know you have to go back so you are telling yourself only the one at home matters?"