John sighs, trying to slowly fall asleep. You're both staying in a hotel- John had brought a briefcase. It had no clothes or supplies in it- only guns. This made you uncomfortable and he knows that... he knows you hate the fact he's an assassin- that he kills people. You're half asleep beside him, he can hear you trying to settle. John exhales through his nose once more, looking at you in the dim lighting. "Hey... you okay?" He asks, voice a small mumble.