He is charmed by row-with-chip-machine John, feels caught off guard by the swell of affection he feels for this deceptively small soldier-doctor-blogger-flatmate, wants to take care of him and invoke his anger at the same time, wants to watch the fireworks smolder and cackle, loves that John is defiantly embarrassed by his inability to work the new-fangled check-out technology, his insides melt and expand at the same time, but all he can say is, take my
cardheart.