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[fireshow]

[ Was he? He doesn't remember. ]

I woke up in the tub naked. The water running. But no one was here.

[notrosecolored]

The water was running?

[ That.

That is alarming. ]

[fireshow]

Yeah.

[ Hence his being confused how he got here. ]

My clothes were on the bed, too. Folded. We don't have a maid or anything.

[notrosecolored]

[ He frowns. ]

Is it possible caliban was here but either had to leave or didn't want to be here when you woke up?

[fireshow]

[ Now John frowns. ]

No. That's more something I'd do to him.

[notrosecolored]

Do you have any kind of security or alarm system here?

[ He brought food. Sorry John you can have some but he's eatng regardless. Physical necessity, etc. ]

[fireshow]

He's a demon king of Hell and I'm a fire manipulating mutant. Anyone who comes in here is getting burned alive, trust me.

[ In other words? They're the security system. ]

[notrosecolored]

Yes, unless one of you is out and the other one is unconscious. At which point you're just vulnerable.

[ Have you thought about a dog? ]

[fireshow]

You want a job as a personal security guard?

[ That's pure on sarcasm. Despite his shitty state, he can still throw sarcasm around just fine. ]

[notrosecolored]

I don't have time for other jobs, but they have to sell a basic alarm system somewhere in this city. Even a loud noise and low quality camera would help.

[fireshow]

[ The huff should be enough of a yeah whatever that Scott can pick up on. ]

Why'd you come here anyways?

[notrosecolored]

Because you've been dead, I couldn't stop the dead, and you were alone.

[ Because... he... cares.... ]

[fireshow]

[ When Scott explains, John remains quiet. The thought that he had died — from a sentinel? Is that what happened? He can't remember. It's all broken up into pieces that he can barely see. Regardless, it's not anything that he can process — that he wants to process, really. So he's just quiet there on the couch.

Shifting, he sits up then, sheet still wrapped around him, sunglasses still on. ]

I'm fine.

[ He's a fucking liar, but. John's going to be John. ]

[notrosecolored]

Did I say you weren't?

[ Just... eating a chicken salad sandwich. He offers the bag in the unlikely event John wants to eat. ]

[fireshow]

[ To maybe no one's surprise, he ignores the bag. ]

Why would you say I died? You've got no proof.

[notrosecolored]

Right. You could have been turned into a vampire. Or rescued with an injury. But something bad happened.

[fireshow]

I'm not a fucking vampire.

[ He sounds annoyed as he says that. ]

Nothing happened. [ A beat. ] Fine. Something did. But it's not whatever you're thinking.

[notrosecolored]

All right.

[ He's too... into 'coping' to argue. Or to want to, anyway. No possible benefit.]

[fireshow]

[ John's never died before — never been hunted down and killed by a sentinel made to do just that to their kind. He may have done some shitty things in his life, but he doesn't deserve that. Something like that wouldn't happen to him. It just... wouldn't. ]

I didn't.

[ Not that Scott argued there, he just. Feels the need to say it. ]

So what if I woke up naked in the tub? Alone. [ He continues, fingers clutching tight a the sheet around him. ] That's just— it's just another day here. Shit like that happens all the time. Sentinels or not. Weird shit. It's fine.