As if he'd been called by their discussion, John came back in mere seconds later, throwing the door open and strolling into the apartment like he'd hadn't just left it in a thick overcast of tension. Peering around the doorframe wasn't his style, even if he was having to smother a bit of apprehension.

Things looked fine, though. Elliot and Darlene seemed to be getting along again. Siblings were weird, he'd always known that in a distant way, even if he had no real life experience to know what that weirdness looked like. Knowing his family, he would've gotten a fucked up picture of it if he'd had a sibling anyway.

"No shit on your pillow tonight, man. You're welcome. So what did we - whoa." The bag in Darlene's hand stunned him to silence, jaw dropping as he squinted at the contents. That was a very, very large assortment of drugs. Cocking his head to one side, he glanced at Elliot, then lifted a hand to point at Darlene. "Just checking, don't wanna cause any more offense: she's not a junkie either?"