Who: Duma & John Constantine What: A slight angelic personal crisis Where: Duma's home When: Thursday, whenever John gets around to it. Status: Incomplete Rating: TBD
Castiel had caused many questions - too many for Duma to handle easily. So Duma had essentially smoked an entire pack of cigarettes - well, two thirds maybe. It hadn't been full. At some point, he had made a decision that he needed John to help him. John would... well, would he be good help? Maybe not. But he was the only one that Duma could trust enough. So he had sent off a text that had simply read 'I need you to come over as soon as you have time. Also, please bring me a pack of smokes. I have run out.'
The latter half would likely be news to John as he had never told the man that he could smoke inside of the house. Then again, Constantine had never asked. He'd just been polite without having to be asked. Duma paced, rubbing his arms as if he were cold. Occasionally, he checked for a response but he had become accustomed to Constantine showing up without announcing he was doing so. They would sit. John would drink. Duma would lounge and they would watch television in relative silence. It was like offering John a chance to take a break from everything else and considering he came back after the first time? He must have needed it.