By the time he reached his room, Midnight had worked up a head of steam. He had started mumbling to himself since it was obvious that John was off in his own world. He knew what Constantine was doing even if John didn't know himself, and he didnt' like it one bit. He hung up his coat in the closest and put his hat on the top shelf. He rolled up his sleeves to wash his face in the bathroom sink. While the water dripped from his skin, he wondered how he managed to let Constantine get him into another mess.
He exhaled and dried his face. When he exited the bathroom, he walked straight to John and started to undress him.