Gaynor's John (Finished) After John had passed out, the Master shifted the human off his lap, settling him in the chair. Refastening his trousers, he turned to the wall behind the desk, tapping his ungloved fingers against his thigh as he considered what to make for an addition to his private office. He certainly wasn't hauling John up to the penthouse he'd made for himself out of the top floor of the building.
A smile crossed his face, and he focused, the wall shifting, books and knick-knacks vanishing from shelves to reappear elsewhere - and some not at all - while the shelves themselves faded to give way to a simple, plain door.
He opened it to a plain room, as yet unfurnished. He left John sleeping as he worked on creating a small bed, comfortable and neatly made with soft cotton sheets and a thick duvet. Hooks on the wall with the door for John's coat and gunbelt, a broad window in the outside wall with a padded bench beneath it. A small table beside the bed, with a drawer, a book resting on it with a bookmark in it.
Returning to the office, the Master pushed the chair into the room, shifting John onto the bed, tucking him neatly into it. He straightened the office, putting John's belongings into the newly created room, and penning a brief note.
I shall be back down shortly. If you wish to have something to eat, there's a kitchenette down the hall, well stocked. Should you need me, use the intercom on the desk in my office. - The Master
Setting the note on the table with the book, the Master closed the door to the room, and focused a moment longer, adding the promised intercom to the desk before going upstairs. Rest and a meal would do him some good while John slept.