John's a little embarrassed to have asked after something Julien wasn't interested in speaking about. He certainly didn't go banging on about his time in Afghanistan with perfect strangers. Barring Sherlock, but John didn't even have to talk for the other man to figure out everything on his own.

Shrugging to throw off the slight discomfort, John offers a brief smile up at Julien. "I'm a doctor. Peace and comfort are well up my alley, though, a different sort, I suppose. Just putting together everything I need to start at Xochipilli Academy next week. Should be nice."

He tries very hard to sound enthused at the prospect. GP work is all right, after all. Pleasant, on occasion, even. It would also bring in some extra money and give him an excuse to be out and about instead of languishing in a smokey apartment. There's also the curious case of at least one younger man he'd met with extraordinary abilities on the night of the pixie attack.

They stop in front of the Brick and Bell Cafe. It's a quaint little building with mostly-empty white tables outside and a counter for ordering visible inside through the open door and windows. John gestures for Julien to go ahead of him. "They've got a decent set of sandwiches if you're hungry, as well."