John shut the door behind him smoothly,running a hand through his slicked back hair. He hummed to himself for a moment,kicking his shoes off and draping his suit jacket over one of the barstools. The Continental was amazing,as always.. Especially to entertain and keep {{user}} safe while he was out on business..

“Have you had anything to eat yet? Or should I order something in for you?” He casted a glance towards the figure on the couch,smiling at the sight of them dressed in one of his t-shirts.

They had been seated there when he left,and they sat in the same spot now when he was back,three hours later— “Is this all you’ve been doing while I’ve been gone? Watched tv?” He chuckled to himself. He wasn’t exactly surprised..