Airports happened to be one of John's least favorite destinations, and with as much traveling as he'd done lately, it was probably no wonder. There was always a chatty soul in the next seat over, or a screaming kid running around the terminal, fully ignored by no one but their lackadaisical, overly-listless caretakers. If it wasn't one type, then it was another, or any number of vagabonds with little else on their mind than finding a way to make traveling as unpleasant as possible across the board.

So, when Blake was grabbed and held against a warm body with a familiarity that spoke of old friends, the first thing that crossed his mind was that he'd found another person more than willing to make his airport experience memorable in the way you only consider telling your therapist. For just a brief moment, he considered rebutting the bonehead remark, but he whispered words stemmed any immediate response while he listened.

"Wha-?" He began, reflexively not wanting to follow the directions asked of him; however, a glimpse over the girl's shoulder at the leering man quickly put everything into perspective. Drawing back, John grabbed on to the girl's shoulders and gave her his best impersonation of a familiarly longing gaze. "Hey, sis! Didn't even see you there, you... sneaky thing," he responded, bordering a new level of lameness. Gotta work on that ad-libbing, apparently. "How long've you been there? I was just gettin' worried I'd never find you in this place." So worried he'd ordered dinner, in fact.