John used putting away the cigarettes and lighter as an excuse not to look at her. "Wondering how things got so complicated, mainly," he said tiredly. If he were being completely honest, it was hard to remember a time when they hadn't been, and not just because of the fiend. But he knew there had been such a time, once; back when Brendan Finn was still alive, Kit safely untouchable, and demons always something to be killed or kicked back to Hell.

"Nice night for a walk, anyway," he added after a moment, when his own reluctance to elaborate on that statement made the lapse that followed it stretch on just a hair too long. "Join me?" He transferred his cigarette to his left hand, extending the right one invitingly.