John felt Kitty grasp his hands, and he immediately unclenched for her. His hands in her, really just pulled him back to earth. Here, on their couch surrounded by their kids as Kitty would put it. Not in some creepy woods where there was terrible things that couldn't be destroyed with fire. That was the worst, really. False, the tentacles. The tentacles were actually the worst part.
"You say that.." John started saying while considering all the possibilities. "No.." He shook his head. "You're right, I'm crazy, it can't be here." There just wasn't a way for that to have happened. There was a lot that happened in this place. A lot of bad things, but never monsters that went bang in the dark. Nothing that caused any harm to anyone here in town.
The town was safe, and this house was safe.
"I just can't shake the feeling, Kitty." John felt all of it. "The way it attacked, or the way it grabbed me.." Taking a shaky breath he shifted his weight some to turn towards Kitty more. "I just don't know what I would of done if it followed me here." Because as badass as Kitty was, he wasn't sure she could of fought it either. Carol? Tony? Mother fucking Thor? What did you have to do to destroy that thing? Bringing both sets of their hands up, he kissed hers. "I just haven't seen anything like this.."
John paused. "And the tentacles Kitty, what the fuck?" There was another pause. "I've seen that porn, nothing good ever comes from it." Well, coping with humor? That was healthy right?