John felt a little strange meeting his wife's son, who was nearly as old as his wife thanks to time displacement, for drinks. Then again, he was living in a city on another planet, in another reality, because he had been kidnapped by a bored, eccentric deity, and his wife was a witch from a series of popular children's books. And even before that, back home in London, he'd been the assistant of a self-proclaimed sociopath, and had nearly been killed in an explosion as part of a cat-and-mouse game with a psychopath who was now his friend. Strange wasn't really a word that belonged in his vocabulary, now that he thought about it. Perhaps uncomfortable was the better word. It was definitely uncomfortable to be meeting his...step-son? Did Hugo count as his step-son when he didn't even exist in Hermione's time. Technically yes, he supposed, but this situation was rather complicated.
He walked in to the bar, spotting Hugo and making his way over. He wasn't entirely sure what to say, so he ordered a pint of bitter, thankful that the Roadhouse kept good beer on hand, and took a seat by Hugo. "Hello," he said. He paused a moment, then gave a slight, uncomfortable laugh. "I suppose this is as awkward for you as it is for me. How are you settling in?"