Most important was a good way to get damned. He didn't say that, but it crossed his mind even as muddled as it currently was.
Instead, he brought a hand up and traced that goofy smile of Ray's gently with his fingertips. The other man's optimism did more for John's sanity than he'd ever admit to anyone aloud. Especially considering how often he put on a show of not believing it around others. But in the quiet moments, just the two of them, it had gotten easier to let himself hope that things really were as hopefully as Ray led his life thinking.
"Then come on," he mumbled, words a bit slurred as he dropped his hand to reach for Ray's instead, pulling him towards the bedroom.
Later, when he sobered up, he'd be grateful he'd been too drunk to speak more, because he might have just admitted to Ray how hard he'd fallen if he had.