"Big batch on the ferry--couple, I think." John replies as Anzu sits down. Glancing at Lev--and flexing his burning, aching fingers by his side, trying not to miss that painful, wonderful moment of touch--he smiles and nods to the bench.

He'll feel like a jackass if he takes the seat when Lev could be cuddled up to his mister--John would embarrass himself anyway.

Instead, he leans against the nearby birdbath, heavy enough to support the weight of his hip...and putting himself between the two of them and the open street, albeit just off to the side. He can still move to throw himself in front of them if he has to, without being obnoxious about it...

And as he crosses his arms comfortably against his chest, a significant amount of tension finally starts to slip out of him like cool water running off a melting block of ice.

"Weird thing is, I'm kinda used to the crowds." he huffs with barely there, humorless laughter. "Left for a minute, then came back, but I was doing time before that. Three years hard labor for a whole mess of charges--not sure if that translates. I know you 'n Lev don't come from a world remotely like mine."