'Comfortable' was not a feeling John Wick inspired in others.
He had been told on more than a few occasions his presence was everything from the innocuous 'uncomfortable' to the preposterous 'otherworldly.'
No one ignored John Wick.
Except.
This girl, Violet Parr of Metroville, seemed to be content enough to go about her regular life while he held up a wall in her apartment. She didn't rush or hesitate as she moved around her kitchen. Her hands were steady while she set ingredients out for sandwiches. John watched her eyes and she rarely even spared him a glance much less watched him the way others did when he had them alone.
"It depends."
John considered his words before saying, "Am I allowed to tell you why I'm so heavily armed without making you afraid?"
There was a novelty in being with someone who wasn't afraid of him which John wasn't ready to lose. He wanted a few more minutes holding up a wall while a young woman made him food to share. He wanted a few more minutes of peace before he had to go back to being a man made only for war. He was allowed to want a little for himself, wasn't he? Hadn't he earned at least a few minutes more courtesy of his abduction from his latest kill game?