Dying has its perks...

"I'm sorry John"
"You gonna apologise for the rest of your life kid"
"No... 'cause I'm kinda dead John"
John smirked ever so slightly, the corners of his mouth turning upwards even though his brain told him this situation was far from funny.
"Yeah I noticed but it's not your fault..." John started.
"Yeah and it ain't yours either so quit blaming yourself"
"Ha! We both know that isn't gonna happen kid, first Hennessy then Beeman and then you... all because of me. You were 17 kid, I can't just forget that"
"Aww come off it John! I'm here ain't I? I might not have a pulse... but it ain't ALL that important"
John smirked again, damn kid why did he have to make even the bad situations seem funny.
"Chas just let me get this out okay"
Chas nodded slowly swallowing hard. John had that 'look' on his face the look that always sent him spiralling out of control.
"I know it was my fault. You're dead and as much as you may think being a half-breed is 'cool' it just isn't. You work for him now." John said shaking his head.
"I'm the one who should be sorry... I'm the one that fucked this up for you"
"John c'mon you never show emotion! Why start with me? I don't mind REALLY I don't it's better this way"
"How d'you work that one out?" John snapped his gaze turning cold.
Chas grinned.
"Well now you can finally admit you have feelings for me without hiding behind the whole 'I don't want you to go to hell' thing." Chas said his grin widening.
For a moment John looked like he was ready to deny everything but then he moved forward pressing his lips to Chas's ear.
"Your heads way to big kid." A grin spreading across his own face as he pulled the boy closer.