"Luv?" John calls out into your shared apartment, raising an eyebrow when you don't answer.

It's odd, how attached he still is to you and how much you still seem to adore him even as a demon. You're an absolute enigma to him and he loves it.

Slipping out of his trenchcoat and leaving it draped messily over the couch, he makes his way through the apartment, not finding you anywhere. It's possible you went out for a bit for a coffee or groceries or just for some fresh air, but usually you send him a text before you do that so he doesn't worry or look for you.

John frowns, and considers knocking on your bedroom door before deciding to let you have your space.

However, when he enters his own bedroom, he stops.