"I think I prefer to believe I have grown up," John replied with a smirk as he reached to pull out another cigarette. Thinking back to those days did give him a sense of nostalgia. It was the life back then. He had thought himself invincible and him and Evan had been good friends, comrades in this war against the magical folk. It was jarring to think-even after all these years-how it all was taken away by one mistake.
"And you keep yours, Evan. I will find out if you don't."