Not expecting some thanks of any kind, Chas just nodded. Reaching for the swabs again, he dipped one into the antiseptic fluid, then leaned forward to swipe the swab around the cut at first before dipping it back in again and swiping it over the cut this time. It was probably burning, but John Constantine should be able to deal with that.
Also, the answer he gave him didn’t leave Chas feeling all too sympathetical concerning that.
Although it did not seem all too likely, the boy wasn’t all that naïve, not to the degree people always assumed at least, only he’d let it slide half the time without a comment and just continue with whatever topic John had mentioned instead. A sigh, half indicating what he thought, and he shrugged. “Yeah, that is pretty damn weird… too.” So maybe he wasn’t letting go of that question all that soon, this time. Not when he was honestly worried.
Picking a second swab out of orderliness, he repeated the procedure, nodding slightly. “Better safe than sorry and all, John. God knows what that chick might have had below her nails-” Nothing he necessarily wanted to think about, true. “If you can even call that nails.”