John was quite familiar with the route to her apartment now, he even waved cheerfully to one of her neighbors as he sauntered up the walkway. He knocked, but only briefly before letting himself in.
Yes, he was getting a bit comfortable around Jean—more than anyone he'd been with anyone in recent history. "Hello!" he called out, closing the door behind him. "I've come into your house and I've brought ice cream. It's chocolate with bits of more chocolate in it."