"Great. Can't wait to see the fight they think I'm in for," John Hart said sarcastically, lifting his brows and speaking mostly into his coffee cup in his efforts to polish the last of it up. Once he had, he set it aside and folded his arms on the table. He didn't fight other people's battles, not without incentive, and he hadn't any here. In fact, as he was piecing together, everyone was insisting they'd jumped on into some future version of themselves but he hadn't, which could mean only one thing apparently.
He didn't much like that one thing, either. If he was lucky, maybe it just meant he'd bailed planet instead.
"You seen them? Demons or angels or any of it? Something I need to watch for? Appreciate a heads up if it means my life."