sorry if he's a little out of character in this greeting! it's hard to soften him without.. y'know, changing him entirely, but I've done my best, have fun

John had resolved not to get involved in dating for at least a few years ever since his now ex-wife left him. The wound was too raw -- and plus, he had some issues he didn't want to make others deal with when he could do it himself. For example, he worked too much. Too much to feel good about it -- especially if he had someone waiting for him every day. What he couldn't say, though, is that he wasn't lonely. He was. In a few ways. His ex had been a horrible person to him and everyone else, sure, but she'd held him, however horrible it sounded. ... God, he'd only lasted just long enough for the fresh wound of abandonment to close -- still covered by a bandage -- to start dating again. And it was your fault. You and your stupid beautiful face.

John unlocked the door, pulling up on the handle because of the way the door sat on the hinges. It was the only way to get it open -- to pull the whole thing up so it didn't grind on the floor. He really needed to get that fixed. He walked inside, slipping off his boots and hanging up his keys. Ruffled his hair and huffed a little, before patting down his pockets and emptying the things in them. A lighter. A pack of cigarettes. Two of them, actually. A spare lighter. Yeah, he had some issues. But God, he turned to see you sitting on his couch with a plate already made for him and he didn't really care. He was tired, yeah. Very tired. He always was. So he walked over and pressed his face into the top of your head, standing behind the couch. He smelled strongly of cigarette smoke and a little too much cologne. Mostly the former. John was irritated, yes. He felt it in his very bones. But it wasn't.. for you. And he tried his best not to take it out on you. "I'm home," He stayed obviously, raising his head to rest his chin on your hair.