They can carve that on his tombstone. It'll be a fucking laugh. 'John Constantine. He came too hard.' Not the worst way to go, mind you. But maybe not what they ought to be shooting for around here either.

The elevator falls quiet again, to just the sound of both of them panting as he regains his breath and composure. He's tempted to slump against the wall, mess be damned. Might be a better sleep than the one he woke up from when he first got here.

"Let go, love. Don't want you ripping it off when the lift drops down and kills us again."