Things didn't end well with him and Zed, just like always. They remained that air of professionalism and contacted each other when they needed to. Beyond that? He tried to put as much distance as he could between them. That was what he did when he was hurt. John threw up the defensive walls and strode off to fight evil by himself. Because that was what he did, and he was a complete fucking moron for doing it.
He half turns to look at her, opening his mouth to say something, then firmly shutting it. No - that's wrong. She was younger. John knew her body perfectly. If it wasn't the lack of wrinkles around the eyes, it was the fact that her hair wasn't adorned with blaring white streaks like it ought to have been.
Which meant that once again, the Wardens were fucking with them. ]
Best to stay back, luv. [ He nods to her once she is a few feet away. ]