[He sways them still, leaning back a bit so John can lay a bit of weight on him. He hears that pain, knows it well, wore it like its own burden on his chest and that part of him that was wrong for a demon, that part that was still human enough to love Dru, to love at all, it warmed a little for him.]

No, mate. You're not. Not really. There's no witches in your world to cast things like that. No nasties to try to keep the bad things in line. I've seen those who are cursed. You, Wick, are just a man with a broken heart. Not that it's any better, mind you. Might be worse in some cases. Hurts just as much. You never feel right after it.