Peter B | Constantine
John was - well he was probably the exact right person to get himself stuck in a situation like this with, who knew what he was doing, or at least knew enough to be able to formulate a sort of plan for something that might end up helping them get back home. Which was far more than Peter could say for himself, he was feeling entirely out of his element, he preferred dealing with threats he could deal with face to face, who were living and usually happy to come out and show themselves while pontificating for a while giving him time to deal with whatever issues they'd caused before wrapping them up in a neat spidey-bow.
This though? This was not something he was prepared for.
But John, John was drawing on the floor with crayons and grumbling about exorcising this place and Peter felt a little bit like he'd wandered into a movie, one of the spooky ones he'd watch this time of year but wouldn't take a look at during the rest of the year. "Oh yeah, me?" He scoffed a little when John asked how he was, "Fine, totally fine." He agreed keeping his tone light even if he felt anything but fine. "My spidey-sense isn't loving this - but you know, a bit of a make over? Some curtains maybe? A throw pillow or two, and this place might not be terrible."
"You've got the right idea, with this decorating you're doing." He knew it wasn't that of course, he'd seen enough magic to recognize pieces of it, and sure he didn't understand all of it but he knew that John was up to something.