[ ... john would by lying to himself if he didn't think that was somewhat strange; he understands the sentiment, of course, wanting to at least ensure the happiness of those he's close-- but as atsushi acknowledged, they're barely acquaintances.

after a second's more of staring, he forces a smile back and tears his gaze away. ]

Well, if you really wanna, I ain't gonna stop you. [ he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. ] I'll let you know when more have ripened, how 'bout that?

[ if it isn't too much skin off atsushi's back-- it is some extra food to be had, after all. ]

[ and... again: well. john briefly moves past into the living room; it's dark, of course, but he knows his way around. when he returns, after rinsing it off, he holds out a small strawberry for atsushi. ]

Here, for helpin' me move all that other food up here.