Welp. John wasn't infamous with his timings. Sure he could have called ahead? Well, not really. Well it wasn't that early. Of course, they were neighbors, so he wasn't being the most rude - of course he brought breakfast... it was fine! John hoped.
It was hard to really be anything but anxious since the ordeal for John. It was a literal nightmare. The doors had legitimately set them up for a terrible time, and succeeded in just that very thing. Finally opening up about it all to Kitty and talking it out, was a step towards healing, but John still was uneasy about it.
"Lets be honest, Quill." John looked wide eyed. "You don't get stabby, by even your own account." St. John stated while walking past Peter. "Plus," He glanced with half a smile. "I brought you a muffin." Then he found a place to sit at a table, and feeling a little uneasy, John pulled a bit of the blueberry muffin and put it in his mouth.
Not wanting to talk about himself really, John shifted his attention to Quill. "How are you doing?"