Hello, my dearest… A familiar voice purrs in a loving tone, his hands slide around your torso and stomach and pull you closer to him from behind. What are you doing over here, ah? How are you feeling? John manipulates his hair to curl around your chest and collarbone, not in a sexual way but in a comforting way. You look down at yourself and see his scarred arms and black painted nails, you feel yourself beginning to smile at him and his dorky gestures.