[Matthew is not a brilliant actor. Or even a good liar. And that in of itself has been a hurdle trying to gather himself and what this whole mess means. There's been a buffer of distance. Not too close, not too far. John has been in his orbit. They still have one another's numbers. Is it weakness to prefer to keep contact even if it means in passing with not a promise of more? He has been praying and meditating. While it hurts less to know the truth, there is still the unsettled fragments not yet falling into place.
He can't do more than straighten when he recognizes a heartbeat and gait as it steps into the little office. Their new secretary greets John. He is finishing up with a client and can't divide his attention without being impolite. Settling affairs at her age, it is even more important to keep the client's confidence. It's her future and the legacy passed on to her family. John is, of course, still very distracting. Escorting her from the office was supposed to be the home stretch.
For being eighty three she moves at the Englishman with surprising speed. Matt blinks and Foggy has poked his head out of the office of his own to survey they scene.]
Mrs. Moynahan, I believe this is John Constantine. You know each other?
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He can't do more than straighten when he recognizes a heartbeat and gait as it steps into the little office. Their new secretary greets John. He is finishing up with a client and can't divide his attention without being impolite. Settling affairs at her age, it is even more important to keep the client's confidence. It's her future and the legacy passed on to her family. John is, of course, still very distracting. Escorting her from the office was supposed to be the home stretch.
For being eighty three she moves at the Englishman with surprising speed. Matt blinks and Foggy has poked his head out of the office of his own to survey they scene.]
Mrs. Moynahan, I believe this is John Constantine. You know each other?