That tone. Was he really going that soft? Had being with the Legends really pulled him this far? No... No he would always be a rotten bastard as his core. A man who if he saw the opportunity, would sell his best friend out to stay ahead. Was he? If he could save those he had wronged, he'd sell someone out in a heartbeat. Wouldn't he? Did he actually like her? That was a dangerous thing... People who got close to him got hurt or they died because of him. But he was too tired to do anything about it.
He might give in and have a smoke or two. He wasn't sure how things were going to go or how long he'd be stuck in the younger mans body. But it was beyond awkward. While he wanted to take advantage of having some form of youth again, he was stuck in the body of a Werewolf and things were trickier.
They walked together until they came to his front door. It was clearly marked too and fairly easy to spot, especially up close. Markings had been painted and placed on the door frame and on the actual door. On the walls and even on the floor. Various different runes and glyphs, sigils and scripts. He leaned over to press the button, the door opening.
Inside, it was a bit messy. John was in the middle of sorting the place out when he was forced out of his body and into the younger mans. While John didn't own very much, some of the previous occupants things had been placed into boxes that were piled up nearby the front door. A drying tin of paint had been left out on the nearby table, along with a now well and truly solid paint brush. On the table beside them were a pack if cigarettes and a half bottle of gin. And beside that, a few empty bottles of said gin.
"Home sweet 'ome" he smiled. "Cheers for the assist, luv"