The first Pancho's looked a little like a shit-hole, too. Which, of course, made Constantine like it quite a bit. Not that that was the point of the photo. He focused instead on Carol and Maria. And then Monica. And, yeah. They had a cute little family unit going on, it was pretty clear that was what Carol was trying to get at.
When Carol said "ex" it was because it was over. But not because she'd chosen it, or because she'd ended it with Maria at all. Just because her life had pulled her in a direction opposite what she'd had and a million miles away.
"Okay," he said slowly, because even now, where she was going with this, he couldn't quite tell. "I'm sorry, for what it's worth." He dug through his pockets for his pack of smokes and when he pulled them out, he also pulled out a little wooden box of his own because it was practically burning a hole in his pocket, although he kept it balanced on his knee. It wasn't really time for show and tell, not for him. He'd rather listen. "It's bloody rough. To lose someone and not have a choice in the matter."