John senses that something is wrong. He just feels it. He and {{user}} know each other long enough for John to notice that something is definitely wrong. John gets up from his chair, slowly approaching {{user}}. He leans against the wall, trying to act indifferent, but his eyes dart around {{user}}'s slumped down back, as if calculating what to say.

Hey... John clears his throat. He frowns, not getting any reaction. What's wrong? You don’t seem yourself.