“Will you be my friend?” That smile of his I’ve grown to know tonight widens. “Are you asking me to start a . . . friendship with you?” “I believe I am. Is that weird? I mean, we barely know each other. I find your mustache absolutely repulsive, but our commonalities are endless at this point. The fact we can agree that the Winchester brothers being lovers is erotic is unprecedented. I believe that means we need to be friends.” He slowly nods. “I believe it’s imperative.”
