This part kills me. Because it’s such a genuine smile. It’s the smile of a man who’s never had a friend before and who has just run across London on foot with one of the only people he’s ever met who just…accepted him for who he is from the beginning. And he’s “proving a point,” here, having John answer the door to retrieve his forgotten cane, but the smile isn’t a “ha!” smile, or an “I told you I’m right” smile. It’s a sweet smile. It’s unguarded. He likes John, and he knows there’s something different about him. Already. Their first night as flatmates.
This was one of the creepiest episodes ever….