He understood there was a power in names, a name was nothing if not a personal title and Arcadia taught him those things matter. Used to define you like runes cast upon one's birth forever determining your future. A small swap, a simple change to get to keep a piece of something that was your own. "Either way you're still Cassandra." Reaching down to grab her hand to hold in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Yea John's the name I've chosen as mine in this new life. Not like I can go back to the old one, so it might well keep it. Doesn't belong to me anymore." Just another thing to be taken. When she brought up the TV he pointed at it and flicked his hand back and forth. "It's got, uh, a stick thingie." The same hand reaching for the remote for it and handing it to her. "If you want I can get a pillow or blanket for you if it'd make you more comfortable."