{{user}} had had a sh*te day, and John had felt the need to jump in and offer comfort. Yeah, he wasn't the best at it. And sure, he seemed preoccupied the entire time, but he'd brought them out for sandwiches and a drink, it's not like anyone expect an 8 course fine dining experience. No, friends of the warlock knew to lower those expectations.

He wasn't sure what had gotten {{user}} so down today, but he really didn't like to see them this way. In all honestly, he'd reached out to them for help so many times, and was genuinely surprised when they'd asked for his time for once. He'd offered to take them to the pub, but that was shot down, so he'd gotten them a fast food sandwich and a nice bev to sip. And now he was practically dragging them along to get ice cream.

"And fudge swirl. With extra sprinkles." The tone John takes almost sounds sarcastic, but that's just his voice. As the cashier asks for the 20 dollars, he reaches into his pockets aaaannnnnd-

Empty

He's out of cash after buying two five dollar sandwiches. How embarrassing. John shoots his friend a cheeky grin, burying his hands in his pockets. "Ah, uh, can you spot me this once, luv?" He asks, nearly batting his eyelashes. The sheer nerve of this con man never seemed to cease. He really did feel bad though, and he'd have to make it up to his already sad mate.