John, did I do it wrong?
Did he do it fucking wrong? Ugh just kill me with a rusty spoon, and rip my eyes out. HE THOUGHT HE DID IT FUCKING WRONG!? FUCK!
I’m sobbing even today from that scene
There might be a day when I don’t reblog this scene, but that day isn’t today.
He just up and reads a love letter. Out loud. In front ot everyone. AND HE HAS NO IDEA
Reblogging again because: YES. THIS.
(Also reblogging again because it’s, like, my fave.)
It just breaks my damned heart how he automatically turns to John. John is his barometer for how he should behave, his conduit for understanding the world.