“You know that’s perfectly fine, right?” “But he’s my friend,” I hiss. “It’s pretty rude to imagine painting his stomach, don’t you think?” “Painting his stomach with… No, I got it,” he says. “You know a lot of relationships start as friendships, right?” “Sure,” I say slowly. “But… I’ve never wanted to come on a dude before. What if it’s just…I don’t know. Some kind of primal urge? Like, some sort of caveman this is my friend so I’ll mark him as mine thing?” Cas is quiet for a couple seconds. “I really don’t think that’s a thing.”
