Not this one. Not in a long time, anyway. They tried hard to turn him into as much of a machine as they could. And really, either situation John describes sounds entirely impossible, not to mention undesirable. He is about 98% sure he would throw anyone who tried to get on his lap across the room, and 94% sure he wouldn't get any sleep with anyone else in the room.

"I'm not going to gut anyone," he reminds him. "Just. Don't hit me." Or touch him at all, actually, would be preferable. He slows a little at the sound of voices up ahead, and adds, "I don't know what having friends is like."