[He settles in shoulder to shoulder and resists the powerful urge to put a hand to the small of his back. He's amazed Crowley has tolerated as much from him as he has thus far. Empathy isn't his strong suit, more recent developments back home notwithstanding.
It's nice not to be subjected to elevator music. Not that he'd mind an instrumental rendition of something from Johnny Mathis, or perhaps Frankie Vaughan.
Once they're in the apartment, his eyes alight on anomaly after anomaly and linger rather overly long on the mice and the blanket.
He could never be too distracted to feel traces of love. For the first time in memory, he's at an utter loss. He couldn't be more gobsmacked if he had found him tending a basket of kittens.]
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It's nice not to be subjected to elevator music. Not that he'd mind an instrumental rendition of something from Johnny Mathis, or perhaps Frankie Vaughan.
Once they're in the apartment, his eyes alight on anomaly after anomaly and linger rather overly long on the mice and the blanket.
He could never be too distracted to feel traces of love. For the first time in memory, he's at an utter loss. He couldn't be more gobsmacked if he had found him tending a basket of kittens.]
Whiskey.