"Feel better now that you've got that off your chest?" he asked as they ran. John wasn't very good at dealing with frank emotional conversations. They made him retreat into himself. He could fight demons and angels, face Hellfire and brimstone, monsters and all manner of horrid things, but normal emotional things? They made him shut off. John had never been the most emotionally healthy person.
They continued to run. John might not have been as fast as Bryn but he was a fairly fast runner. He was used to having to run away from things. He had been doing it his whole life. He didn't stop until they were inside the library and even then, he didn't stop until they had reached the door. He reached for the handle, pulled the door open and went straight through. John slammed the door after them and stopped to light a cigarette, letting go of her hand.
"That was a bit too close for my taste" he said, taking a long drag.