"I travel alone, mostly." He set his bowl down opposite hers. While the soup was tasty, he wasn't sick nor starving. "Sometimes I'm traveling to study, or sometimes for work, or just to get away." He folded his hands together, fingers interlocking. "I've seen much of the world that way and while I'm grateful for this odd, little, globetrotting life of mine—seeing things, grand things and the little things too...it's different with someone else, it's like the first time again."
And as though he realized how terribly depressing the first part of his story sounded, John flashed a recovering smile and lightly clapped his hands together. "So, that's why, when I find someone interested in seeing the world—I rather leap at the opportunity to play tour guide."