Memories of the exorcism played out in his mind. That inner fight with the Demon, while his friends struggled to help him. The ceremonial blade intended to be used on him. The serpents arrival. He cast those thoughts aside and took another drink. They were far behind now, no sense thinking about them, was there?
John was certainly aware he hadn't clarified and he was okay with that. "So when did you get here then? I'm relatively certain you haven't been here for long, 'ave you?" he asked, before knocking back more of the alcohol. John spent most of his days tipsy and most of his evenings drunk. It helped him cope.