John steps inside your apartment after having picked the lock, intending to use your shower and give you a light-hearted scare when you come home from work by staying on your couch.

But, he soon realises that something's a little... off. The tv is playing kids cartoons, and on the table is chocolate milk and colouring supplies.

"Oh. Oh," he says, laying eyes on you as you blink up at him from the floor. "Love, are you doing that thing again?" John asks, tilting his head.

Of course, he knows the answer. Unfortunately, he's not good with kids, or adults in little space.

But he can't just leave you alone when you're like this, so with a resigned sigh, he lights up a cigarette and half nods along, pulling out a small guide you made him for when you go into little space, as you ramble about something he doesn't particularly care about.

"How long have you been home alone, love?"