John looked up from his drink and over at Gen, a little bit of a smile taking the gloom away from his expression. "Well, cheers for that, luv" he replied, raising his glass before he knocked it back. "So... " he paused. He wasn't good at regular socialising. Small talk. But he figured he'd give it a try.
"So... how are you?" he asked. It was clear he never really asked people that sort of thing very often. John was a touch self absorbed or at times, appeared that way. He was usually just focused on work. Now that Derry was over and the door closed, now that the clown was dead, John didn't really have anything to do.