There were many things of which John was, and a fool sat vacant from that list. Brown eyes had seen many a sight, just as scarred skin often felt the lash from such observation. For one to assume reappearance would be met with nothing less than hostility was a sorely mistaken idea. A familiar face from year’s past which had done naught but harbor and fester LOATHING within heart walled in among brick and steel. And as such, calloused dactyl reached downwards, and retrieved from hidden confines of pocket a pistol well used in silence. A number of theories surfaced, yet they were ignored in favor of sights zeroing in upon disbelieving expression.
Immediately his hands went up. "I'm not a shifter or a demon or an angel. I'll take all the tests you want if you like. I'm going to slowly pll my gun out and slide it over to you. Okay?"
