"Bet it doesn't," John agreed, and it wasn't quite as friendly as it could have been. It was easy to feel a little fucked over heavy blood loss. Also because maybe he was rewinding the night in his mind and Carol had been stand up at getting herself in harms way.
But he allowed himself to be lead back to the bar anyway, taking the rag and pressing it to his nose with a frustrated noise. It was stopping. It was just -- a mess.
"S'fine," he said, daring to right his head properly again. "Just a --magic related. Thing." Definitely not something he normally did, to be sure.