John could barely refrain from rolling his eyes. Boohoo, my lovers all die and I have to live forever, woe is me. He'd kill an entire grade school for that problem. Instead, his hair was graying, he had wrinkles, and his joints cramped up when the weather changed. If anyone had it bad...
But at least Jack wasn't feeding him to the brutes, not that he couldn't handle them. John took the hand offered and got to his feet, gave the pair a narrow-eyed look, and tilted his head toward the door while his gaze flitted back to Jack. He guessed getting out of there was priority now, and once they had, he couldn't stop himself from laughing just outside the double doors in.
"Love dodging tabs. So," he said, still clearly amused as he clapped his hands together and gave the other man an imploring look, "Where were we? Oh, right. Everyone dies."
He gave a snort and eyeroll, then pulled his pistol to itch the underside of his chin with the muzzle.
"That's just tragic. How often is the cause of death hanging around you? Something to think about. We spent quite a while together and I'm still standing. See what I mean about quality? Save the hero act for your 'Torchwood', not dating. I thought you knew better."
He laughed again and sighed, head tipping back. What to do now. His jaw hurt and the world was spinning, the pistol heavy in his hand. John tucked it away again and reached out to put an arm high around Jack's shoulders.
"You'll come around, just forgot what it was like when we were on the same side. So what do I do? Seeing you're missing the rest of Excalibur, has to be a spot open somewhere. Coffee boy? Ooh, say doctor. Love to try that one, sure beats recon."