[He'll know the tone, the one that says, I can't ask that of you, the one that's starkly aware of their differences. What he likely doesn't know, and doesn't need dumped on him while he's already close to being climbed like a tree, is that he has been avoiding demanding too much for longer than this. Their dance has always been delicate. Now it's also on a razor wire where one slip could...
His hand at his nape tightens for just a moment. Loosens. He draws in a deeper breath, so stupid how good that can feel when technically he doesn't need it and never really has. He draws back just enough to look at him, wishing those glasses weren't in the way but not daring even to think about touching them. He knows what they are to him. He'd never violate his privacy that way.]
I'll do better. Get better at resisting these pulls of theirs. The trouble is I'm soft. Thousands of years to get used to being soft. The past eleven have been just a blip of stress.
I'm...glad the boy came through and it sounds like we bought a little respite for that silly little planet.
[He runs gentle fingers down the front of Crowley's lapel, smoothing what he has rumpled.]
I am not going to be your burden, or a burden to the humans trapped here with us. I'm an angel. I need to be that. Strong. So I will. I'll be all right, Crowley.
[As though to demonstrate it, he draws his wings out and back, pulls them in, forces another step back. Both hands come to rest against his chest without pushing.]
You're right. It is just us now. Which means you need me, too. I won't let you down.
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[He'll know the tone, the one that says, I can't ask that of you, the one that's starkly aware of their differences. What he likely doesn't know, and doesn't need dumped on him while he's already close to being climbed like a tree, is that he has been avoiding demanding too much for longer than this. Their dance has always been delicate. Now it's also on a razor wire where one slip could...
His hand at his nape tightens for just a moment. Loosens. He draws in a deeper breath, so stupid how good that can feel when technically he doesn't need it and never really has. He draws back just enough to look at him, wishing those glasses weren't in the way but not daring even to think about touching them. He knows what they are to him. He'd never violate his privacy that way.]
I'll do better. Get better at resisting these pulls of theirs. The trouble is I'm soft. Thousands of years to get used to being soft. The past eleven have been just a blip of stress.
I'm...glad the boy came through and it sounds like we bought a little respite for that silly little planet.
[He runs gentle fingers down the front of Crowley's lapel, smoothing what he has rumpled.]
I am not going to be your burden, or a burden to the humans trapped here with us. I'm an angel. I need to be that. Strong. So I will. I'll be all right, Crowley.
[As though to demonstrate it, he draws his wings out and back, pulls them in, forces another step back. Both hands come to rest against his chest without pushing.]
You're right. It is just us now. Which means you need me, too. I won't let you down.