John does a quick scan for his 'parents', who appear to be very much occupied, before he nods and starts walking. It's not hard to find the door handles, or to get them open to get into the backyard. Then-

"There's lights all around the outer perimeter of the backyard, multicolored lanterns that look to be made of plastic of some sort, but there's a table and some chairs tucked up against the back of the house, off to your right, that have had the snow pushed off of them. We can probably go there; it's out of the view of the french doors."

And now that they're out of the main party area, he allows himself a single nearly-sobbed- "Oh, Arthur" as his hand squeezes his wrist almost too tight.