[There it is again. I am sorry. Not an apology this time. Worse. Regret. With effort, he closes his mouth and takes his own advice, several deep breaths. In all the time he has known Crowley, he hasn't seen him this unrelentingly serious and subdued.
He'd expect deflection or even raging, but not this. More than anything else that has happened so far, it's this which makes it all feel plausible. He watches the scenery flash by out the window long enough to decide on his approach.
He's an angel, for Hell's sake. He can act like one.]
We're going to talk once this urge wears off. For now, it wouldn't be untoward if you held my hand. [Primly.]
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He'd expect deflection or even raging, but not this. More than anything else that has happened so far, it's this which makes it all feel plausible. He watches the scenery flash by out the window long enough to decide on his approach.
He's an angel, for Hell's sake. He can act like one.]
We're going to talk once this urge wears off. For now, it wouldn't be untoward if you held my hand. [Primly.]