"I don't know if I'd be welcome. People see me and-- well, I tend to ruin the mood for a lot of people." As soon as he sat at a table at school or got involved with people his age, it always inevitably circled back to religion, how stupid they thought it was and how much they didn't want him around. Which was sad and all but mostly, he was more frustrated by it than anything. To him, it just all didn't matter that much. Good or bad, believer or not - he just did it because he always had. It wasn't solely who he was.

"Besides, I don't know how I'd go. I'd have to ask to leave so late and they'd wonder and... they're a bit strict, you see." It wasn't easy for him to just go out and hang out with people.

Though he did like this idea of seeing more of Crowley. He did like his company quite a lot. And 'not like you'? Oh, so thrilling, just to know that Crowley felt the same. "It would be nice to do more things together..."