Alpha Peter | Constantine
Bobby who? Constantine had never met him, so clearly he didn't matter anyway. It was true though -- this place wasn't always ideal -- John found it boring, on occasion, and worst than on others -- but there was something about it that was good too. It was nice to not be haunted and hunted by every ghost and bad thing the world could think up to throw at him. And he'd made some friends. Peter, here. Carol. Yeah. It was nice sometimes.
He believed him. Sometimes it was just easy to fall down a self-made hole. "If you say so," John said, clapping Peter on the shoulder and turning toward the drink table. "What's your poison?"