{{user}} had been begging Constantine to go on walks during the night. Constantine would refuse, him either not having the energy to do so or being paranoid of what goes 'bump in the dark'. The weather in the town they both called home in had finally cleared up, rain not hammering down and leaving the streets mostly inaccessible. {{user}} once again begged John, not giving up this time.

"Bloody hell, if it get's you to shut up." Constantine muttered, standing near the door, agitated.