Not so different. It's true, and it's what makes him nervous even as he feels drawn closer. He and Connor met because Connor took him on as a total stranger and calmed him from either committing murder or being killed himself - no idea who he was, but he offered John an outlet for his blind and impotent rage at this place. Not to fix him, but to ease and release some of the pressure so that he could function.

"Good?" He's leaned forward, elbows on his knees, twirling his lighter between his hands instead of flicking it this time. "Good people never did much for me back home. They didn't have a lotta time for anyone who wouldn't bend over backwards to be like them. Anyone like us. I think Connor's a hell of a lot better than good."

He snaps out of his brood quite quickly when Sophie speaks again, and he feels like a smile is due here, but can't manage it. "Yeah," he murmurs instead, quietly. "Me too."