Nodding with her words that the Sight went from curse to gift, John understood. All through his life until the day he discovered Angela, his was a curse. Now, he embraces it more han ever. "They have to be sick to continue to let you be in pain."
Looking around, John found a small brown box and dropped onto the counter top. Beating it into shape, he started to deposit all of his goods inside. "It appears we have much more in comman than I would have thought." Turning slightly towards her, he leaned his hip against the edge. Never had he thought that after Angela, he'd be devuldging so much. "I had to die for a second time to realize all of that."
Reaching up, he rubbed his hair and exhaled. "I'm not gonna promise that, but I'll do my best to take a greater pause before I toast them. Ok?"
Nodding at her offer of Holy Water, he searched around the drawers and pulled out a phone book. "I'll see what I can do about scrounging up a church to help me. I tend to go through alot."