Danny

John had had a little run in with a gang of not particularly helpful occultists and there may have been a scuffle. If his split lip and bruised cheek were any indication, it had definitely been a scuffle.

John was tired and he didn't want to be alone. It wasn't as though he had many friends beating his door down to spend time with him, but he hoped...

Id like to see you. Dinner? Ill bring takeaway

He slipped into the bath, lit a cigarette, and kept his phone close in case Danny answered.