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"Later." John doesn't like the vibe in here that much, and the sooner they're out, the better.

"We good?"

John nods, offering to hold the items for Marc.

"Better to get out of Tony's hair." John is worried about him, but Tony doesnt allow much room for help between his self destruction.

John isn't worried about it. He knows his heart and every single person he's ever loved has a place in it.

Even Marc.

"Loss makes us who we are. Love binds us."

He points at a stripped shirt.

"I've lost a lot over the centuries. Grief is just another burden to bear." He holds every single person he's loved and lost in his heart.

Even the children-- those losses hurt the most.

"Its my pleasure. I'm glad you asked."

"At least a little over three years," John replies, tugging down some jeans, pretty sure he and Tony share the same size for the most part.

"The Lounge is pretty casual, but jeans and a blazer would work."

Marc would look good in anything, honestly.

John fingers through the suits with a little huff.

"Me? Put me in flannel and jeans. But we are going on a date. I'll don something a little nicer."

Tony had blazers and nice jeans. Those could work.

"No need." Tony waves them off a disappears down the hall.

"He's seen better days," John apologizes, looking at all the things Tony owned.

Everything from Gucci and Armani to Prada.

What you want."

Tony's glance isnt one of interest in that way, but rather trying to place John's intentions. John's late husband after all had once been married to Tony.

He does shake Marc's hand but moves about to the master bedroom, where plants overtake most of the room, overgrown now.

"Closet there. Take-

Tony steps back, giving Marc a once over.

"Date, huh? Finally moving on?"

"Some of us are ready, Tony."

Tony grunts, leading them through a throughly unkempt home, clean but unorganized.

A man who doesnt care.

Everyone deserves help. Marc deserves everything John can offer him.

"It's my pleasure."

The door opens. Tony stands there in sweats and a robe, scruffy and looking the ghost of himself.

"Who's this?"

"This is Marc. Marc, this is Tony. We were hoping to Marc could borrow something for a date."-

"That's a fair reason." John takes Marc's hand and rings the fancy door bell.

They wait.

"For the record, glad you're here."

"Go around telling people you're King Arthur and there's a woman named Charlotte inside of you, along with an angel... yeah, you end up in some wrong places." He laughs, eyes squinting at Marc as he does.

"Luckily, I know that's not the case for you. Trauma isn't insanity."

not including Michael."

The girl? She was removed, given her own life and body and married his oldest son, Dean.

"I'm happy to help. Being with each other might trigger some memories. Stories could, too." John has enough of both to go around.

They approach the house, "They don't, that's where I met my late husband. He was a therapist. He figured out I wasn't actually crazy, I had someone else inside me-

"Yeah. But, we can work on that." He squeezes Marc's shoulder, a gentle ease to his eyes as he watches him.

"Easier? Maybe today. I've had my moments. HYDRA once shoved some poor girl's consciousness inside me. Spent a little time in Arkham for that one."

to take him out. Immortal, but not everlasting.

Then Michael and divine intervention works it's magic, and they're born again.

"Harder for you. Memories are going to be fragmented into different parts of your brain, different personalities." Depending on which life Marc was on, how many other lives he'd lived so far, it really depended.

John aged to about fifty years and then stopped, until someone gets lucky enough-

reborn more than a few times. I always get my memories back eventually. I've had this life for about fifty years now. I remember you."

Once out of the truck in front of Tony's place, he wraps an arm around Marc's shoulders, guiding him to the techy-looking tree-like house. It had been made for Tony's late husband.

"Pete was Tony's son. Peter." Both had been small and stalky.

He smiles over at Marc. "I've been ressurected and

"It's fine, I'm sure Pete had somethings too." John knows Tony won't care.

Hell, Tony's a shut in for the most part anyway, he never goes out much.

"Not everyone. A lot of them, though." The rebuilding for those still alive happened, but the other houses served as monuments, so to speak, now.

"Tony's alive. He's a bit of a recluse now."

"They can if you give them the right environment." John shrugs as they move along the dirt road past houses that had been built out there in palisades, their "Little Brooklyn", even if some of the homes were burnt down or half destroyed now, no occupants in sight.

"Five years. Had another before her, but unfortunately, dogs don't live forever." She was a good pup, always upset when he leaves without her.

How can she do her job if he leaves her behind?

"She's a herding dog, but she's also trained to sense seizures. She keeps close."

Lucy wags and lays her head on John's shoulder. She isn't like most working dogs, but that fits his lifestyle better.

"That is Lucy." John laughs, giving her a pet as she wags at them both.

"She follows me around the ranch. Makes sure I don't get too far."

"Lots of time." John laughs and leads them to his truck, where on of the dogs hops in first to sit with them.

He motions to the truck. Tony is far enough away that walking would take a while, but they could if they wanted.

The snow starting to fall again, though, is not pleasant.

"I know a thing or two about needing patience." He wraps an arm around Marc's shoulders.

"Tony wears a lot of jeans and t-shirts, or three-piece suits. Most I've never seen him wear more than once. I'm sure we can find you something. If you want."

John would offer his or Steve's old things, but they were both quite a bit taller or bigger than Marc.