John gives an indelicate snort at her question. "What other way? That lot I run around with being wankers and messing about with things they don't bloody understand. More work for me and I don't much appreciate it. "

It's been a long time, a very long time, since anyone has wanted John around for more than just information. A quick shag. What have you. It's odd and maybe a touch endearing if he dares to think long on it. He's not used to being a consideration when it comes to personal fixtures in anyone's lives.

As far as family goes? Before Cheryl had run off they stole moments to make their own. Usually pinching a few quid out of the old man's wallet when he was passed out drunk. Making breakfast together or getting some sweets. Small things to ease some of the awful. Not enough to keep them all together in the long run, though. Complicated feelings, all that.

Her hand lays over his own and he turns his own to capture it before she can think to draw it away.

"Is that some kind of challenge thrown down?" Teasing, for sure. This is too nice to risk mucking up. "Ohhh, I see. Which one was miserable? Him or the squids?" He grins. "Bet it was him."