John's hands were in his pockets moments after Chas had pulled away. He opted to look at the Chas in the mirror, rather than the real flesh and blood Chas standing before him. That had just been all kinds of uncomfortable.
And still, the exorcist couldn't say that he was grateful when Chas at last let go of him.
"...alright."
John, of course, didn't think for a moment that that was true. But he didn't contradict it. It needed to be. He needed to pretend it was, and now so did Chas.
But now what? John checked his watch for the answer. It was noon. Did they eat? Or did they find out what was going on? Was there even edible food in the place? The bathroom certainly didn't hold any answers. "Do you want--?" His stomach growled. He hadn't eaten anything, yet. He was itching for another cigarette.