Something in the way Jo freezes up gives him all the answer he needed.
Much like Jodie. Or Bobby. He heard enough stories on long nights in the Impala to cases and while the refugees from Apocalypse world were in the bunker. Had he heard of Jo? Had anyone told him, or was it too painful to recall the downfall of Harvelle's Roadhouse to tell the young angel?
When she spokes, he nods, trying to look just as happy. But that's wow. Ten years was a long time. At least for someone whose technically only four years old. "Wow. Well, I am very happy to meet you, Jo. I look forward to getting to know you." All earnest and truthful words. He said it, he meant it.
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Much like Jodie. Or Bobby. He heard enough stories on long nights in the Impala to cases and while the refugees from Apocalypse world were in the bunker. Had he heard of Jo? Had anyone told him, or was it too painful to recall the downfall of Harvelle's Roadhouse to tell the young angel?
When she spokes, he nods, trying to look just as happy. But that's wow. Ten years was a long time. At least for someone whose technically only four years old. "Wow. Well, I am very happy to meet you, Jo. I look forward to getting to know you." All earnest and truthful words. He said it, he meant it.