"In a diner?" Well. That was not what he expected. Not that he really even know what he expected. But a diner wasn't high on his list. A diner didn't seem to be the safest of safe places, in his experience. Which was mostly populated by vague pop culture that he was aware of. It was, however, a place to get food. And his stomach rumbled in response.
He was hungry. He was supposed to be taking food over to Nathaniel's. Nathaniel was going to have to wait. John was in no hurry to go back outside. He'd been in the OC for eleven, almost twelve years, but he'd never encountered anything like what was happening now. Surely Nathaniel would understand his reluctance to go back out into the line of danger, if he was in fact in a safe place now.