[Four months time in this place is enough to have him trying to comfort him instead of hissing or making his little uncomfortable sounds, to pretend he's fine with tolerating this excess. It worries him for both of them.
Without too much thought, he snaps his glass back to the cart. Clean. He still has standards. It allows the full wrap and press of hands. His wings encircle him so thoroughly, all anyone watching would see of Crowley would be a pair of shoes, maybe a few inches of lower trousers leg.
Their height difference isn't so pronounced that it's awkward to press his face in against his neck. It's a good fit.]
I hope you know I wouldn't deliberately put you through this.
[He feels as though he has to say it. How often has he gone on about love and the beauty of its expression? How often has Crowley demanded that he stop it already? That's a familiar dance, a little light teasing. This feels too good. The pain is gone. It's delight, all right with the world, and yet whatever it is doesn't have enough weight to remove thousands of years of knowledge and experience.]
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Without too much thought, he snaps his glass back to the cart. Clean. He still has standards. It allows the full wrap and press of hands. His wings encircle him so thoroughly, all anyone watching would see of Crowley would be a pair of shoes, maybe a few inches of lower trousers leg.
Their height difference isn't so pronounced that it's awkward to press his face in against his neck. It's a good fit.]
I hope you know I wouldn't deliberately put you through this.
[He feels as though he has to say it. How often has he gone on about love and the beauty of its expression? How often has Crowley demanded that he stop it already? That's a familiar dance, a little light teasing. This feels too good. The pain is gone. It's delight, all right with the world, and yet whatever it is doesn't have enough weight to remove thousands of years of knowledge and experience.]
This has happened to you?