"Are you expecting visitors, Roxy?" Henrik asked as he looked over at his wife. She shook her head, giving him a perplexed look. "And it's a bit late to have random callers. Stay here."

She nodded, grabbing hold of a pillow and crushing it to her chest as she scooted closer to the telephone. He gave her a tight nod as he got to his feet and made his way to the door of their home. Peering out the window, he frowned deeply to see a somewhat familiar male form pacing back and forth on their stoop. And then, the person seemed to know that they were being stared at, and they turned to look at Henrik. Gasping a little, he opened the door and stared at John. "Aren't you going to welcome me in?" he asked, and Henrik nodded dumbly as he swept his hand inwards.

"Henrik? Who is it?"

He looked over towards the sound of Roxanna's voice, able to catch the way her face changed from an open, questioning, look to an expression of mild panic. Hurriedly, she made her way to his side, putting him between her and John. "Hello, Roxanna, it's good to see you again."

"John, it's good to see you." She reached her hand out towards him, allowing him to clasp it. To Henrik's surprise, John lifted it to his lips and kissed the back of it. "I didn't realise you knew that we had moved."

"I heard through the grapevine that you had. It seems that you keep impressing people, Henrik, just like I knew you would. Have you declared a specialty yet, Rox?"

"I have," she replied shortly as Henrik guided them all into the kitchen, putting a kettle on the stove before rummaging around in the cupboard for the tea he through John would like best. By the time he turned back around, Roxanna was seated at the table, her arms crossed protectively across her chest, staring John down. "I'm sorry that we don't have anything to offer you besides tea."

"That will be fine. I brought us a cake to enjoy, in the hopes that you would allow me in. It's been a while, after all."

"Yes, and some hurtful things were said," he replied as he watched John set the bag on the table, pulling out a medium sized box that contained a chocolate cake. It wasn't until John broke the seal on the box that he allowed himself to relax, realizing how paranoid he was being. John smiled at him as Roxanna popped to her feet and began to gather plates and forks for them to use. "I'll get the knife," he said lowly as he ran his hand along the knife block, choosing an appropriate blade to use.

Roxanna was actually trembling when she slipped past him to get out mugs, and he rubbed her arm lightly, trying to offer her support. She gave him a small smile as she hooked the mugs onto her fingers, and he nodded a little, trying to let her know that everything would be all right. "So, John, what have you been up to?" she asked placidly as she sat back down across from him, trying to appear open and neutral. Henrik was pleased that she was putting on a better act than he was, and he settled in the seat next to her before cutting into the cake, plating it for them.

"I've managed to find a good hospital that is allowing me to train and do my research simultaneously. I must admit, it's a difficult balance to find, since I want to really delve into my research, but my mentor thinks that the better my skills are, the better my research will turn out to be." There was a faint note of displeasure in John's voice, and Henrik couldn't help but wonder if John felt like he was being held back from his true potential, but he smiled a little and nodded as the kettle began to whistle. Before either of them could get up, John had risen to his feet, grabbing the kettle and pouring water into each of their cups before handing them the tea balls. "I see that you both still drink my favourite tea."

"It's a good blend," Roxanna said as she twirled the ball around in her mug. "And I'm glad that you've managed to find a place that can help you fulfill your passion. Henrik and I are finding ourselves similarly fulfilled here in Wyrven. Though I do wish that I had been able to find a position at Holby City General."

"We can't have everything in this world, much to my dismay." John gave her a winning smile, and to his surprise, he felt Roxanna relax against him, no longer trembling quite as badly as she had been. "I truly was sorry to hear about your father's passing, Roxanna. Now Henrik is the only one of us to have living parents."

This small revelation about John's past helped to explain a little of his actions, and Henrik found himself nodding as he picked at his cake. "Oh, John, I never knew that! When did your parents pass?" Roxanna reached across the table to take hold of John's hand, letting out a sympathetic sigh as she ran her thumb back and forth over his knuckles.

"When I was a child. My sister took care of me until I went to college." She nodded a little, cocking her head to one side as she gave John a sad smile. "It was hard, of course, but we made it through somehow."

"That's what we do, isn't it?" John nodded as he gently pulled his hand away from Roxanna's so that he could pick up his mug and take a sip of tea. "I'm really glad that you sought us out, John. I feel like we've managed to reconcile our differences tonight."

He nodded, but Henrik noticed that the smile he gave them didn't quite reach his eyes. But seeing as how they were actually getting along, he decided not to comment on that, or on the letter he had sent them before their wedding, in order to keep the peace for now. Settling back in his chair, he pulled out the tea ball before bringing the brew to his lips and sipping at it. "This has been one of my better decisions, yes," he replied as he looked at them both. "So, any plans for little ones in the future?"

Roxanna's fork clattered to the table and Henrik instinctively reached over and covered her hand with his. "That is the plan, yes. Though we don't know for certain when we'll receive that blessing." His words were short, clipped, but he knew that John had no way of knowing about the miscarriage. His friend furrowed his brow as he looked between them, comprehension dawning on his face as he reached across the table and picked up Roxanna's other hand, squeezing it tightly.

"I am so sorry for my unthinking words, Rox. Please, forgive me?"

"You had no way of knowing about our loss, John. But I really hope that we can add to our little family soon enough. Henrik's going to ask Maja to bring Fredrik here, once we've settled in a bit. And how about you? Is there a special someone in your life?"

John gave him an inscrutable look before he turned his gaze to Roxanna, the look never changing. For some reason, Henrik knew that John was hiding something with regards to his feelings, but he didn't quite know what that was, so he kept quiet again, instead filing that bit of information away for a time when he could more thoroughly explore what that might mean.