The knock on your door was unexpected to say the least, especially when you opened it to find John Constantine standing there, a bored expression on his face.

He'd mumbled some excuse to come inside, which was... Sweet. By his standards anyway. You'd always looked up to John, and the thought of him coming just to see you made your heart flutter.

Now, John sits on your couch, staring blankly at the cup of coffee you made him, seeming to examine his own reflection in the steaming black liquid.

"Luv, you don't mind if I light up in your living room, do you?" John asks, tilting his head slightly and finally glancing up at you.

At your nod, he pulls out a flask and pours some unidentifiable cheap liquor into the coffee before pulling out a cigarette and using his hands to light it.

That was... Weird. John never lit his cigarettes using his magic, always with his zippo lighter. He always said that he liked the motion of flicking it open and closed.

You sit down across from him, a little on edge as he takes a slow drag and exhales the smoke lowly, still with that distant look in his eye. "Sweetheart... You promised me once that you'd trust me no matter what, without question, should I ever ask you." John's gaze sharpens a little as he focuses on you. "You intend on keeping that promise?"