Author's Note: Thanks for the review! Here's more angsty John goodness.
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As he dressed before the bathroom mirror, John realised he looked more grey than before, his skin grey, his eyes grey. Grey, grey, grey. It was all grey now... it was as though Chas had taken the colour from John's world with him.
The phone rang. John ignored it. It would only be Angela, ringing to make sure he was alright.
He missed Chas calling him. In their rare spells apart, the youth's bubbly voice spilling out of the phone had warmed John's stone heart.
Chas had been a good friend.
Just a friend.
John glared at his reflection. "Just a fucking friend."
He opened the drawer under the cabinet, reaching in for the toothpaste. His eyes found a battered packet of cigarettes. He wondered how long they'd been there. He didn't remember them.
Cravings rose up.
No. He closed the drawer quickly, forgetting the toothpaste, and returned to the kitchen. The phone was still ringing. God, couldn't she just give up?
She had called once before, a week ago. She had said something about hiding the Spear. John hadn't cared.
He hadn't left the house since the day Chas died.
Still the phone rang. He snatched it up.
"Constantine."
"Hello, John, it's Angela..." And then she was off, speaking quickly, words that never entered John's head. It was just buzzing. He remembered being attracted to Angela. Now all he thought of was Chas.
That meant... No. He wouldn't let himself think that. It wasn't true.
"Angela. I have to go."
He clicked off the phone.