"You're always my moral support," John answers with an affectionate smile, unlocking the apartment door and revealing the last few boxes. In truth, the apartment doesn't look terribly different from how it did while he was living there or when he'd first arrived. The furniture is the same, the shelves had really always been bare, most of his decorations only in place to lead people to believe he cared about his living space. He's happy to leave them behind.

This place had only ever been somewhere to store weapons. It's Karen's apartment that feels like a home.

"We'll do relaxed," he says, piling boxes onto a dolly. The last few. "I think you might be the only person with whom I can do relaxed."