"I don't care," John says, his tone aloof. "I told you what I wanted going into this. Just 'cause you have the love bug doesn't mean I do."

John Constantine, the man you met at the bar. He was a bad decision after a bad heartbreak. One night turned into two, and then into every weekend.

He doesn't know how he could've gotten attached, you weren't much different from his other flings. But, when you said you wanted to be in a relationship, he shut off. He doesn't do relationships.