John

[goodfellow]

Robin didn't particularly want to draw this out, so he went straight from Fawn to the quarters that were registered to John Constantine. He did not bring treats this time.

He knocked.

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[goodfellow]

That didn't exactly make sense, but neither did any of this. "Just tell me you're not going to do something stupid like tell anyone you think Fin is a murderer," Robin said. "Or assault either of them." Both Fin and Fawn implied that they thought John had the potential to be violent.

[petty_dabbler]

John leveled look at him as if that was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard.

"I'd never lay a hand on either of them," he said. He wasn't even going to acknowledge he knew anything about the murder, though.

John was a talented liar and a loyal friend. He'd thrown the secret at Fin in anger, but as far as anyone else? Vapid ignorance about that.

[goodfellow]

Weirdly, Robin believed him.

"Good," he said. "You ought to consider what they think you're capable of, though." He took another drag of the cigarette. "Okay, that's all."

[petty_dabbler]

"Neither of them has any idea what I'm actually capable of," John said. "I'm not even sure, and I'm not going to test it in a tin can in space."

[goodfellow]

"I just hope you know that even though Fawn might not entirely realize this, if you hurt Fin he will never forgive you."

[petty_dabbler]

"You really have a hard on for this idea I'm going to hurt either of them," John noted a bit defensively

[goodfellow]

Robin shrugged. "And considering we've never met you might wonder where that idea is coming from."

[petty_dabbler]

"More like I'm wondering why it's hanging on," he countered.

"Untwist your pants, mate."

[goodfellow]

Robin decided he was done here anyway.

He stubbed the cigarette into an ashtray. "Well, enjoy the rest of your day," he said.

[petty_dabbler]

John jutted his chin at him. Fucking hell, gods were pricks.

"Ta, mate," he said without a trace of disdain.