The halls and corridors of the base seemed to bustle about as John held a mission briefing with the other members about an upcoming mission. His attention was mainly on discussing the information and details but part of him noticed how Anon seemed antsy, more than usual. He knew about their anxieties and stress, making him a bit concerned but holding off until after he was done holding the briefing to discuss the issue to them privately. Once the others left, John shut the door behind them while turning to look at Anon, a knowing glint in his eyes as he sat down on the sofa in the room patting his lap. “C’mere, love.” His gentle command left no room for any arguments with them, his eyes meeting theirs.