Defensiveness recognized immediately, Jon raises his own hands defensively for a short moment, before settling them back on the wooden table. It's times like these that, even with as much as he knows, he wishes he had that context. Perhaps he's had an easier time of it, not going through the same horrible things she has, but it certainly doesn't help him understand how all the pieces fall together any easier.

(Nor does it give him any clue as to just how deep this undiscussed baggage goes, but at least Daisy gets that much peace from it.)

"...No, I wouldn't imagine you would be," Jon agrees uneasily. "But isn't it only a matter of time before it comes up? I know I'm not exactly a fine one to talk, considering. ...Though, I suppose there's not really any of us that know any better about any of it than you do, much less anyone who'd go telling her about it."

He certainly isn't, of course. He's got enough difficult conversations he's busy having with loved ones and acquaintances alike, this one's on Daisy.