"It was more of a date than I've had in a long time," John says, oddly drawn to reassuring the man. The gift of seeing Chicago like that is one he will carry with him a long time.

John almost catches Harry's fingers as he lets John go. The break in contact is unwelcome. He can still feel the impervious, cool feeling the Knight carries with him. It makes John want to hold onto him. If he cannot take Harry back to Chicago and treat him to real sunlight, he'd have the next thing-- press his skin to Harry's until heat is rekindled. The man shakes, and it's unlikely due to the cold, given his affiliation, but the image still affects John and makes him want all that much more to warm him.

At the separation, his hand remains out for a second, hoping for the contact to return. The ache he feels is sudden and overwhelming. Since he woke up cold and alone, Harry's hands have been touching him like he can't figure out how to stop, and now John feels that himself. He's following before making the conscious decision, feet crossing the distance before Harry reaches the door.

"But if you feel obligated, I am..." John smiles faintly. "Willing to see what you have to offer, Harry."