[ He looks like he wants to go through her and while he's somehow deterred, it hasn't stopped him from taking up a little pace, like a caged animal being challenged by an open gate. ]

Trouble— What d'you know 'bout trouble, huh? Trouble is— It's thinkin' things're good and wakin' up realizin' one day someone's— ruined it. Ruined it all a-and— and—

[ Clearly frustrated, John takes the scissors and swings them in a wide arc, plunging them into the wooden tabletop and leaving them stick there. ]

Fine!

[ He must have decided he could use his bare hands instead because he's discarding the weapon. Maybe now he can get past this woman. ]