"Only if it's a good show with lots of poles and a few ladies who know how to move their hips."

The joke slid out easily - because it was easy to talk about those things. Flirting, jokes, brushing off the comments. It's how he could handle it all. Great coping mechanisms while the world slowly descended into madness. Descended? No. The world was always been mad. It just takes the right person to see it. Somehow... he ended up being that person.

John moved easily with the turn. He looked to the side, a worn, tired, and maybe even scared expression on his face. It felt like it did when she was in the damn hospital. Tied up to machines, doctors trying to explain away her gifts with science. Except now it wasn't a fear or worry she'd disappear from his life like all the others that ever mattered to him did. It had happened.

There was no promise she'd just reappear like Daisy did.

He wasn't that lucky.

Things like that didn't happen to him. Good things.

"Sometime yesterday." He admitted softly. "Noticed it when the Hargreeves were over at the house. She's just..."

A hand raised to make the gesture of disappearing. Then, he brushed Raylan's hand off and continued walking ahead.