You can't tell me, though. Otherwise the wish doesn't come true.
[ It sounds like it should be a joke, but she sincerely believes it. Wishes are very powerful, aren't they?
Oh. Now she understands it. The day they'd first met, with all those horrible rumours; the words written on his home: John Constantine killed his mother. He hadn't wanted to speak of it, then. Who would? It's not something one would want to explain to a stranger.
She's not a stranger now, though. But it still stings as much as it did then, and she's sorry — her expression softening into quiet sympathy. ]
I'm sorry it never felt like a day to celebrate. [ She reaches for his hand, holding it gently in hers and giving it a soft squeeze. ] But I'm glad we could make it a good day for you. Maybe something a little less painful, you know? Everyone deserves that.
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[ It sounds like it should be a joke, but she sincerely believes it. Wishes are very powerful, aren't they?
Oh. Now she understands it. The day they'd first met, with all those horrible rumours; the words written on his home: John Constantine killed his mother. He hadn't wanted to speak of it, then. Who would? It's not something one would want to explain to a stranger.
She's not a stranger now, though. But it still stings as much as it did then, and she's sorry — her expression softening into quiet sympathy. ]
I'm sorry it never felt like a day to celebrate. [ She reaches for his hand, holding it gently in hers and giving it a soft squeeze. ] But I'm glad we could make it a good day for you. Maybe something a little less painful, you know? Everyone deserves that.
[ Yes, even you John Constantine. ]