( ugh, christ. danny's brow crinkles in disgust, though his mouth twitches at the corner slightly, a minuscule betrayal. he untangles his hand from john's and serves him a small shove between the shoulder blades, herding him deeper down the halls. )
You still ain't funny, John. ( he's a little funny. danny missed the dad jokes, a little. ) Which room?
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You still ain't funny, John. ( he's a little funny. danny missed the dad jokes, a little. ) Which room?