John listened as she hesitated and gave her the moment to figure out if she wanted to say it or not. It surprised him how little he knew and he knew a lot about Petra, but likely not as much as people like Dom. He nodded slowly and thought of his own parents for a fleeting moment. Unknown father, death mother, grandmother from hell. He then thought of Petra and her life and throw some dead parents on top of that. Hard to find a home in anything when yours was snatched away.
"It's a good thing to try," John commented, "you got plenty of people here as well, mate. And hell, even if you don't stay here, we're counting on a spare room. You could always crash there when you don't feel like being here." Yes, John still had intentions of chasing out whoever the poor soul was that might end up in their dorm. He hoped that wasn't going to happen though, because if he did do that, Jean would give him a look and...yeah. He just didn't want his friends to think he was leaving and they'd never see him again.
He glanced down at his own cup and swirled the contents around, "We can take our time with it. Not really looking to get drunk, I guess. But I guess, I'm sorry about the way I spoke to you the last time I saw you." John wasn't really good about apologies, but he knew the words well enough.
"I didn't really listen, just sort of...yelled at you," he frowned, "wasn't fair. Wasn't thinking about you so much, thinking more about me."