John can't help but laugh at himself before quipping, "Well there's two of us now. You can give me a wank when I need one, right?" Although he's hopeful that there's going to be enough crazy pussy and damned arseholes in this god-forsaken place that he won't need to be wanking that much.

"Say," he starts, pausing with the door-shoving that isn't getting him anywhere fast. "You ever thought about it? Us two, having a shag." Surely any and all John Constantines with all his fuckups and charm would be a decent shag.

The elevator creaks and he instantly jolts and pulls his hands back before he realises the other John is getting somewhere with it. He redoubles his effort and puts his back and shoulder into it, pushing as hard as he can until it screeches open a few inches wider. Where'd he learn that? He doesn't remember that spell. To be fair, he can't remember much of last week either since that's lost to the string of successive alcohol-fueled nights.

"Right. I'd say we'd fit through there mate." But if the other John isn't going to try and wriggle through that gap, he's going for it first.