"I don't know that it'll help, but maybe?" John glanced at Lucy, then the tent flap leading outside. He sighed. "I just. I don't know. I'm not big on talking about stuff, you know?" He was a Marine, and in his mind, Marines weren't supposed to go whining about things to anyone, least of all a stranger.
He pushed a hand through his dark hair. "I just found out some things. My girlfriend, she's here and, and I think she's gone insane." John drew in a breath. "I really shouldn't be talking about this." How could he possibly explain about the demons Mary spoke of?