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"Right," John said, and now wasn't really a great time to re-hash what their relationship really was or wasn't because if they hadn't been able to put it to words on a normal day, they weren't going to do it in a house full of vengeful and angry spirits. And christ, were they angry. Just because John was good at dealing with this kind of stuff didn't mean he wasn't unsettled. But that didn't mean he was going to be that young man who broke down screaming until someone slapped a hospital bracelet around his wrist again, either.
He still wished that the two of them weren't here. Even if Claire kissed like she meant it, and Peter tugged at them both possessively until they were all circled up, three people squished together on the top of a staircase, hoping like hell they wouldn't lose each other to whatever the fuck was in this house.
If they weren't here, he could have just torched it.
"We've got t'move along," he murmured after a moment -- even if maybe he took an extra second or two to put his nose against Peter's jawline because -- whatever. One cuddle deserved another. "One direction isn't all and there's work to do. Or a door to find." And making out wasn't as fun when there were literal ghosts watching from every angle.