[ The argument with Zed hadn't gone well. Surprising absolutely no one. There had been a reason why John tried to avoid the topic for as long as he had. Nothing good would come from bringing up what happened with The Man... and thereafter.

The worst part was he hated that Zed was right. If seeing her cross lips with Corrigan had bothered him so much, then he should have done it first.

He woke up in the old familiar home of the Mulcalley's. He had stalked off the night before after the argument, disappearing into the night. He blinks a few times at the soft pit-pat, pit-pat at the window. John raises his head from the floor of the bathroom (at least he had enough sense to go there), watching the rain hit the window. there's a moment where he tenses, waiting for a sense of dread and fear to take over, but... nothing.

Ah, thank God.

Instead he rolls over and pushes himself up. Which is the wrong idea to do. Oh, hell. He hasn't had this bad of a hangover in a long time. Moonshine and emotions - bad mix that. Good thing he didn't intend to move from that spot the rest of the day. No one would come scratching after him and he is more than thankful for that. ]