Okay, good. Snug is good, so is this bed, so is his breathing, so is his (soon-to-be, anyways, maybe, probably), Rosy. His (more or less, assuming everything goes well) Rosy loves him, still, even despite his silly freakout. And... she's going to go on and keep loving him. And... he probably hasn't fucked up all of their plans? Probably not. As long as he can get his act together, even if he'd much rather stay face down in this bed for a little while longer. But he has more important things to do than that.
John turns so he's no longer face down, so he can face her (but he's still in the snug, the snug is still nice), and says, "Sorry about that. I... thought I'd messed everything up and fucked up our plans and it... I don't know, I guess it didn't feel very good. I'm sorry. I'll be better, and we can talk about the stuff now, if you want? The, the endpoint stuff, to be clear. The stuff we say at the beginning and end of stuff. You know what I mean, right? That stuff." Wow he is not being very good at talking at the moment. Great. It's probably okay? Rosy keeps being sweet and helpful even when he messes up like this, it will probably be ok. Even if he doesn't really deserve it, it'll be ok.