He tried not to outright laugh at the idea that anyone thought he was a good person. People kept telling him this, and they just didn't fucking know. They hadn't been there at Newcastle, hadn't seen Astra's eyes as she was dragged away screaming his name. And that was only the worst of his sins, definitely not the only sin.
But Ray said it with such conviction he almost believed it now himself.
"Things are always complicated," Constantine argued, and he hated himself for it. He really did. He couldn't just let himself...feel. It was his curse probably, aside from the literal damnation. "But," he added, glancing at Ray, "I would be a right hypocrite if I tried to take this choice away from you simply because of my own hang ups." He paused, realizing all at once, "I would like to give this a shot. Whatever the bloody hell this," he motioned between them, "is or will be."
"One day at a time though, to keep it simple, yeah?" he added. Things weren't simple, but Ray made him feel the closest to relaxed than he had in ages.