#COMIC CHAS TXT. ( oh we were no match for their untamed wit. )

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@asteritm, OURS IS NOT TO REASON WHY.

chas has never been counted among the most observant of blokes: he keeps his head down and the meter running, and he gets from A to B in as little time as possible. at least, that's his excuse for missing the sight of her out the big front window the first three times he goes between the living room and the kitchen.

the fourth time after that, though, it's not bloody likely he should have missed her at all: she just looks so lost, sitting on the curb on her own. she looks like john had, leapfrogging between chas's place and ravenscar all those years back: a pale spectre half-in and half-out of the real world, not sure where they belong in either. he'd find it all a fair bit funnier, what with constantines being constantines, if the slippery fucker wasn't most-or-all the reason she's here like this in the first place.

the shame of it is, chas honestly likes her. she's got a good head on her shoulders, and she doesn't fall for the old bullshit. it's just that it's always the ones john thinks he'll marry that end up left the coldest out of bed, and it's never been chas's place to warn people off when they want a bite of something dangerous to their health. he'd be a right bloody hypocrite, if he tried.

he's slipping on trainers and shouldering out the door before he has time to think it over twice, padding down the front steps to nudge her with the toe of his shoe.

' in. ' it comes off a lot more brusque than he means it, though his eyes are all kind, anxious worry; chas friggin' chandler, you've never handled a gentle thing in all your life, he can hear john laugh in the back of his head. ' you keep wilting on the mat like a left-out kitten and the missus is gonna get the wrong idea about what you're 'ere for, alright? so c'mon, in. fix you a cuppa. '

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tags for hellblazer comics CHAS CHANDLER, cab driver, mob affiliate, and best friend! his song is 'the eton rifles' by the jam.