Speechlessness was strange on John Constantine, but Zatanna kind of liked it. He had always talked too much, quick with a witty remark and some dry humour.
There were many people in Zatanna's world that blamed John for her father's death. John's biggest enemy there was, as usual, himself, always so hard on himself and dwelling in mistakes and accidents. She could see the look of his face as the smile disappeared and knew he was taking himself back somewhere he didn't need to be. It would have been convenient to be a mind reader around him, able to peg down exactly which demon was casting the shadow.
Zatanna took her hand from his and reached up to touch his jaw, brushing her fingertips against it--that was just for sentimental sake, she was so thankful to have him here--before finally cupping his cheek with her palm. "Come back to me," she whispered.
On and off again as they may have been, Zatanna was glad to have him here. On a practical level, John was one of the few people who might know how to get them out of this situation. He'd already seem to have been doing some poking around, a fact that didn't surprise her. And on a personal level, it was just comforting to have someone she really knew here with her. Sure, there were her team members from the Justice League, but those weren't friends. John was. In a weird way. Thinking about it now, Zatanna realised John was actually one of her very few friends. She made a note to herself to get out more, should she ever get home.
"Come on," Zatanna took a step closer to John. "Give us a kiss." Nothing like making fun of the man's accent to really show how relieved you were to see him.