"It's real, mate..." he replied, looking over at him. He couldn't help but feel even a bit sorry for him but he had to keep up the mask. He could show he cared only so much. It was easier that way. The more attached he got to people the harder it was to deal with things when they went badly and with John it was never just a simple falling out. People tended to end up dead. And here he was, trying to help save this man from illness.
"I'll help you get to a place you can use until you want to pick out your own. You can get something to eat, get washed, changed, and get some bloody sleep" said, as he led him over the line, from the park into the rest of the space station. "I'm crap at cooking though. Most you'll get out of me is fried eggs and bacon.... if that's even an option" he said thoughtfully. Pass it on, wasn't that was asked of him? Help them, and ask them to do the same.