[John feels a twisting behind his bandages unrelated to his injuries. He's regurgitated his life story to a complete stranger before, but that was out of spite, a deliberate method of making an individual feel sorry they had ever asked for a single detail about John Constantine.
This wasn't the same. He's reluctant to share details, but he also has no urge to lash out and shame the man. Everything is tiring, and the facade slips with his energy to keep it up. If he sidesteps maybe he doesn't have to say anything out loud.]
You can call me John.
[His name has already been said once on the network, may as well risk it.]
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[John feels a twisting behind his bandages unrelated to his injuries. He's regurgitated his life story to a complete stranger before, but that was out of spite, a deliberate method of making an individual feel sorry they had ever asked for a single detail about John Constantine.
This wasn't the same. He's reluctant to share details, but he also has no urge to lash out and shame the man. Everything is tiring, and the facade slips with his energy to keep it up. If he sidesteps maybe he doesn't have to say anything out loud.]
You can call me John.
[His name has already been said once on the network, may as well risk it.]