"Years," John began, brow furrowed slightly before sitting up a bit more. Twice. That didn't sit well in his gut. What did that mean? Had he done something again?
He shifted in his seat, pressing his lips into a thin line. "I'm not..." He looked up when the waitress came along again and he muttered out the special with water, just to get her to wander off again. He didn't really care what he ordered, it was likely all edible. "I'm not sure what you're saying."