John gets cream and sugar and shoves the mug over at Brett. It's weird to get the guy that beat him up so horribly anything. ... Well, maybe it's weird he patches him up, too, but somehow that's different, that's his job.

He takes his own mug, warming his hands on them, feeling weird about how Brett is almost... civil with him here. "You're welcome."

He scowls a bit, he doesn't know how to navigate this. "Are you planning on attacking me again?"