"Lonely? Is there no one you can call? One of your welsh babes or perhaps that angry looking doctor? I liked him, he was very no-nonsense," John mused just because it was funny to talk about those strange people Jack had collected for whatever purpose. He supposed everyone got lonely, even immortals who had to watch everyone they loved slowly die around them.

"I'm civilised, I just have an alternative take on life," John insisted as he limped after Jack, a little annoyed that he couldn't just push passed the pain. Who the fuck shot someone that low down on the leg anyway? Must of hit the bone, surely. With an annoyed huff, he pushed himself to catch up with Jack, not wanting to be left behind in his dust. "A blowjob? Nicely worked in there. I can live with that. Like you said, I have a brilliant mouth. Shame not to use it."