He'd made his way down the road to Adam's, his walk more leisurely than it was brisk, in part because he was rather reluctant to help with moving large furniture without magic. The last thing he needed was to throw his back out, and even if he loved spending time with his best friend and talking to him... he certainly had some strange habits and preferences when it came to home repair and organization.
Perhaps that was why it was taking him so damn long to fix the place up. Then again, John was fairly certain that Adam wouldn't really have it any other way.
Getting the door open, John didn't bother knocking, instead just striding on in as he let out a long breath, a smile coming over his features regardless of what lay ahead.