John sucked in his lips, shaking his head slightly. Another drink and he poured himself another. "Life will keep kicking you down if you let it, mate" he said, picking the glass up. "Don't see why you don't just kick it in the bollocks and get on with it. So you've had it rough?" he shrugged. "Big pissing deal! Everyone's had it rough, mate. Some worse than others but each person has their struggle. So how about instead of letting it defeat you, you fight back" he knocked the drink back. "You're lucky to be alive by the sounds of things too. Even more so if you're a hunter"
John stopped. Was he trying to annoy Sam? Was he trying to scare him away? Did John perhaps see something of himself in Sam? He didn't like the thought.