[John manages not to roll his eyes at the other man. Of course they'd wind up in some part of America.]

Cup of tea. Or coffee if that's more to your liking. [He slides a marker into his book and sets it aside before rising and heading toward the door. He goes to put on his coat, but the mild climate here doesn't warrant that. One more ritual gone. He sighs, then quirks up his lips in a smile at Copper.]

We can make a run to the chemist, as well, if you're feeling... congested? [It's hard not to notice the way the other man huffs in his breaths. John just prays he hasn't gotten stuck with another addict.]