He watches John struggling with his boot laces, wondering if he would appreciate the help or whether he's had just about as much help as he can stand at this point.

"Yeah, maybe," he agrees tiredly. Rubbing a hand over his face and glancing across at the other bed. The bed that John would probably appreciate if he moved over to instead. Had that been a hint, for that matter. He looks back to the other man's struggles before making up his mind and slipping off the edge of the bed to crouch before him. Gently brushing John's hand out of the way so he can tackle the laces himself.

"Here. Let's get you settled first."