John leans into the nudge, one corner of his mouth ticking up into a small, relieved smile. "You say that like there's an alternative," he quips, before following her gaze across the flat. He doesn't know if he Knows or simply suspects that she's also a bit thrown by how... put together the place is. There are plenty of perfectly sensible reasons why he hasn't gone to any great lengths to make his own flat feel more homey, up to and including the fact that he might not even wake up there tomorrow. It's hard to really think about settling when Darrow might spit him back out at any moment.

But it's also hard not to be a little envious. "He's really done something with the place, hasn't he?" he remarks, taking a casual sip of his drink. "Feels as if I'm not even trying, by comparison."