[ What he's really saying is that he doesn't like to ignore being ignored, but John doesn't feel much like arguing. Tipping his head toward the darkness, he silently signals for Crowley to come along with him. He doesn't have a direction now, not anymore, and maybe that's for the best. ]
Fine, but... haven't really had time to think. Not much, anyway.
[ Between drinking and sleeping and decidedly not thinking, he's off-kilter and uncertain, not the least bit ready to claim rational thought or behavior, even if Crowley's only wanting to talk.
He shoves his hands into his pockets, eyes turning down to the ground. ]
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Fine, but... haven't really had time to think. Not much, anyway.
[ Between drinking and sleeping and decidedly not thinking, he's off-kilter and uncertain, not the least bit ready to claim rational thought or behavior, even if Crowley's only wanting to talk.
He shoves his hands into his pockets, eyes turning down to the ground. ]