How could John do that, make him simultaneously want to hug him and kick his ass? He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his cheek and asked, not ungently, "And what did that accomplish, baby? It's not going to stop them. It didn't serve any purpose beyond lashing out, John." And he knew there was anger within his boyfriend, although these days it seemed more tempered most of the time than it used to be, which is why it was a little surprising that John had done something so...petty and pointless.

"The best way to fight a bigot is to stand up to them, not set their business on fire." He took a deep breath and brought John's hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles before adding softly, "But I'm proud of you for stopping it, for not hurting anyone. Thank you."