Ioan finally opened his eyes, but tried his best not to look in the room again, because Rivers would think him a freak. Oh, wait. No he wouldn't. Weird things were going on somewhere near his middle that really, really shouldn't be, because damn, but there was something he'd meant to do. Downstairs. Ten minutes ago. So why was he still standing in the doorway of his room, closely inspecting the molding? When Constantine moaned, that was all he could take. He turned and headed for the top of the stairs, chewing at the inside of his lip furiously.
"Uh, yeah, sure," he said, his voice deeper than usual. "I'll just go and find us something to eat, shall I?"