All John could do was offer Arthur a small smile and a nod. Even while sick, this stranger was trying to be considerate of a man he had just met. A man who if he likely knew him better, he would probably strongly dislike. Most people did once they got to know who and what John was.
The saddle was very heavy but John wasn't going to let that defeat him. He was far too proud for that. He adjusted the saddle at his side, getting a better grip on it as they walked.
As soon as they reached the first set of apartments, John walked over to check one, placing the saddle on the ground. Shaking his arms off, he walked to the first door and stopped, pressing his ear to it. He tried the handle and the door opened with ease. Pushing it back, he peered inside. It looked just like so many of the others. As if someone had just up and left with everything still out. John gestured for Arthur to follow after him as he went inside. "This one should do for now!" he called back to Arthur.
Inside, there were a couple of plates left on a coffee table. A jacket had been placed on the arm of a couch, and over in the kitchen area, a clean dishcloth lay on the kitchen table, almost as a mark of pride for having cleaned that part of the apartment.