As the two strolled together, and the blonde smiled his way, John found himself earnestly happy to be here in town. It wasn't the first time she had made him feel that way; just being in the Doc's company seemed to have that affect on him. Yet as Reaper listened intently to her answer, he noticed that little blush on her cheeks. "Other people do help...well at least a certain golden haired one at the very least." With a soft chuckle the Marine paused right there on the sidewalk, finishing off the last of his pastry, and taking a second to throw the piece of wax paper it had been contained in away.
At last Grimm downed the rest of his still hot tea in a few gulps, enjoying the taste despite how hot the thing still was. When that was done he quickly tossed the cup away in the trash can too, before reaching out to take the bag of pastries from the Doc. With both now having a hand free John reached out and gently took her hand in his own, before they continued on their merry way once again.