[No, no... Crowley's right. He's absolutely right to be concerned, he's absolutely right about the level of intimacy.
John doesn't quite gape, but the vision in front of him does make him go silent. It's every bit as damning as those ghosts in his bedroom. Maybe more damning, because it looks so damn natural.
He turns his back to the scene, clearly ruffled.]
Don't even know what that is. Some kinda— [It looks like something Blake would do with someone he loved. It looks like he's happy and comfortable and not annoyed and on edge.]
The others we saw in the halls? And these? They gotta mean somethin'. What could they mean?
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John doesn't quite gape, but the vision in front of him does make him go silent. It's every bit as damning as those ghosts in his bedroom. Maybe more damning, because it looks so damn natural.
He turns his back to the scene, clearly ruffled.]
Don't even know what that is. Some kinda— [It looks like something Blake would do with someone he loved. It looks like he's happy and comfortable and not annoyed and on edge.]
The others we saw in the halls? And these? They gotta mean somethin'. What could they mean?