Oh, Mary wasn't about to just let that go. Maybe she should have. Maybe she was just setting herself up for more heartache, but damned if she could just pretend she hadn't heard any of that.
"Feeling the way that you do?" she asked.
She had told Cas that it was complicated, though that word really didn't even begin to describe whatever this thing was with them. She did stand up and, as if reading his mind, went over to the cupboards and rummaged around in them until she found some whiskey.
She set that down on the table and then pulled out two glasses, simply assuming. Once she'd put ice into both, she filled up hers and nudged the bottle over to Johnny, just in case. It wasn't as though she had eight bottles of booze in the house to actually make this discussion easier on him, but they were having this discussion and she would offer at least the illusion of comfort.