"Yeah, all right," John said, subdued, and withdrew. He'd been hoping to at least draw a smile out of Loki now that he seemed to have decided he didn't hate the god after all. And where the fuck had that come from? He hated cancer, sure, that much was true, but it didn't change what Loki had done or the fact that his very nature made it likely he'd go right on pulling the same kind of shit if he survived.
Going soft, Constantine, he told himself with a sigh for the umpteenth time in the past year, and lit a cigarette as he headed for a phone. The Manor library wouldn't have what he was looking for, and he was fairly sure it wasn't in his personal collection, either. Time to put out some inquiries...
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Date: 2007-01-25 09:47 pm (UTC)Going soft, Constantine, he told himself with a sigh for the umpteenth time in the past year, and lit a cigarette as he headed for a phone. The Manor library wouldn't have what he was looking for, and he was fairly sure it wasn't in his personal collection, either. Time to put out some inquiries...