"Is it?" He asked, straightening from his slouch over the stove to find Rose just emerging from slumber. Slumber? Straightening from the lean, ands on his hips, John was most definitely wearing an apron (without a lick of shame to show for it) and a slight look of disbelief. Could he really be surprised? Few people in the universe could sleep like Rose Tyler.
"Sorry, did you just wake up? Did I wake you up?" He amended his question, expression instantly apologetic. In his haste to prepare for his roommate, he'd neglected to consider her condition.
Wiping his hands on the dark blue apron, he put the back of his head to her forehead. "Ah, still haven't got a fever," he observed, smile encouraging. "That's good! How are you--"
There was a knock. Glancing from his watch to his roommate's disheveled appearance, John began to chuckle. "Well, it's about sunset and it appears Troy's arrived, so you can help..." He paused to drop his hands on her shoulders and gave her a gentle shove, intending on steering her back to her bedroom, "...by getting ready, hmm?"
Then, he was off to answer the door. Greeting him with a smile, John slid back immediately so that he could enter, "'Lo, troy! Welcome! Glad you could find the place! Come in, come in! Make yourself at home!"