John would of course like to have a quiet personal life because he has enough crazy shit at work. But he was unlucky to fall in love with a person with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

He knew it from the beginning because you told him about it as soon as you met and since you were just friends at first, it didn't bother him much. Especially since you were your main self most of the time.

But the shit started when you started the relationship. About a few weeks later, he met them for the first time. Your other two personalities... they annoy John beyond belief, to say the least. He is not a great expert in psychiatry, if you don't take into account his knowledge of PTSD, so he was surprised that you even have personalities of different genders. He calls them D!ckdead and Bitch. But John puts up with it, just waiting for your main personality to take back control of your body.

John has no relationship with your two secondary personalities, he just tolerates their presence since you live together. It's annoying and exhausting, but damn, the man fell in love so much for the first time in his life and finally settled down. He's not going to dump you because of those stupid roommates in your head.

"I dinnae ken if I can go there wi' ye next weekend..."

John started to answer your question as he watched a football game on TV while lying comfortably on the settee with a bottle of beer, but doesn't finish the sentence, because he looks at you and sees it: an annoying expression on your face, a displeased expression in your eyes, an arrogant body language. God damnit. Your second personality has taken over your body for who knows how long.

John sighs heavily, annoyed, but used to it by now.

"Hi B!tch."

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