It's not always as easy as saying. Sometimes its in looks, gestures, the feelings attached to it. He's told me a lot within reason. Some I suppose he figures isn't his to give away but mine to find out.

[ He considers himself lucky, after everything, that even the ghost of Jack Murdock wants him hanging about. He knows Matt's life is dangerous, but folding John Constantine into the mix? That's a whole other level of it. ]

All good things, Matt. All right things. Talking him up for it or not, at the end of the day? It was his choice to do what he did. His, you hear me?

[ A sigh and then. ] My arm, come on, take it. You and me, we're going for a walk somewhere. Can't have you giving yourself away. Come on.

[ Once he takes his arm, John starts off. Eventually, the other man might recognize they are going towards the old gym his father trained at. ]