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[oldhound]

spoiler warning: John Constantine has never been the bigger person in his life. Ever.

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[oldhound]

[ He remembers how desperate she'd been then. How it'd reminded him of countless other parents he'd helped navigate similarly treacherous waters. John's not sure how much help he was but seeing her now--- it makes him a little glad, considering everything going on. He must've done something right in the long run.

John's sure that most people saw him mouthing off to that horned-headed bastard on the network. He's surprised more people haven't contacted him. Maybe they are just as tired as he is.

Lucky for her, it's fairly quiet considering the threats leveled at him and he in the back bringing some stuff up to the front when she first gets in. Coming up with his arms full he quickly sets down what he's got when he sees her reaching for that jar. ] Oh, wouldn't go touching that one if I were you.

[ Jars and boxes shifting as he makes sure they don't tumble off, he quick steps over to her and reaches out to stop her hand. ]

Ward is a bit finicky on this one and I was planning on moving it. Might get yourself a bit of a shock.

You're looking well. This place been treating you all right?

[rosae]

Oh— ( She quickly comes to a halt at his sudden appearance, fingertips just centimeters from the jar before his hand moves to stop it. She draws her hand back, looking up at him. )

There's a ward on it? Like magic?

( All of it still seems so far over her head, but it's clear she's curious. Then there's a soft, wry sort of smile, and her hands slowly ease back into the long pockets of her coat. )

Probably a bit better than it's been treating you. I saw what that man posted. The one with the horns.

( Rose isn't one to beat around the bush, clearly. )

...Are you doing all right?