John couldn't sleep. Again. Usually he allowed himself to drink so much that he passed out but he didn't. He had a lot on his mind and while it was usually instinct to just drown it all out in whatever way he could, he had spent the evening sinking into his regrets. Trying to find a new way to view them. Maybe so he could live with himself easier?
He had left his apartment early on heading in the direction of the stores. He needed to get a few things for his apartment. If he remained well stocked it meant he could hide away and continue working or studying. John preferred to be prepared and he didn't have Chas around to look after him.
Turning a corner, he spotted Loki wandering in his direction. They hadn't had too many encounters, the first being when John had just arrived on the station. Loki looked quite different then. And John had been mistrustful and sceptical about him, especially him being a God. The Englishman looked over at him and smirked a touch. Loki didn't look like he was in the best shape. John had a fairly strange feeling about him, even more so now.
"You all right there, squire? You look half dead" he joked.