Every time Ray said that word--boyfriends--it made something inside John very happy. He would never express it aloud, especially given how it had historically gone before, but he had hope that Ray was safer than his past lovers and the happiness was there. And he was even happier about it when Ray helped him finally get the key into the door.
Opening it, Constantine paused, glancing at Ray. His hair was a mess, and he looked possibly a little sunburned, and John still thought he was gorgeous.
"We are," he agreed quietly. That had never boded well before, but he could ignore that fear tonight. "So are you bloody staying over or not?" he teased, stepping into the apartment.