"Hey," he called out casually from the kitchen when he heard his name, not wanting to alarm him. He supposed it was probably rather quiet around here in the early evening hours, most days. He pulled down the bottle of gin and a glass, feeling some of the unease slip away as he started pouring - and then Rolf was there, and John felt a little silly for thinking he smelled nice, but a glance over his shoulder at the man's damp hair vindicated that opinion. He smiled. "Fine. Much better now."
Turning to lean back against the counter, half-made drink in one hand, he reached out to straighten Rolf's shirt at his waistband for him. It felt backwards to be so much happier here than at the office, but it was becoming undeniable. Talking about his day seemed like a poor way to preserve that feeling. "How about you - busy day, looks like. - Do you want something? I'll make you one."