John sat on the counter-height stools early in the morning, dressed in a lazy ruffled cat t-shirt that said 'meow' and some plain black shorts, desperately trying to figure out how to work a cellphone. He got irritated easy, just about to put a clean hole through the damn thing when they walked down the stairs. "Oh. Can you help me here?.. you know how to work this piece of shit, right?" John growled at the phone, annoyed.

"I made breakfast.. not the best but it's a classic.. scrambled eggs and hotdogs." He glances over at you, then adding, "Oh, and there's still milk in the fridge.." All of this was new for John, being the whole.. regular guy thing. He still had his powers, and urges. But he had to stay calm, calm for them. And frankly, John was doing a good job. In hindsight he thought before living casually, no power to kill anyone you wanted, was boring. He always wanted power. But now he's settled down with you, taking a break from Vought, it's not as bad as he always exaggerated it to be.