Well, I wouldn't like to hurt you, inadvertently or otherwise.
[Maybe on some hidden level of his psyche he has always known, but like with anything that truly scares him or makes him uncomfortable he has buried it. Hearing it so openly, he wants so many things at once but above all to protect him, not to take advantage, not to be his usual selfish, bumbling self.
He closes his eyes and leans his cheek lightly into the touch.]
You really shouldn't let me, Crowley. I mean it. [Stern.]
Just tell me if this hurts.
[He starts out so very small, the faintest extension of power through his fingertips resting over his shirt. Love the only way he has ever known it, and there's worry. He can't help but think of the holy water or the consecrated ground of the church, the fact that they are meant to be anathema to one another.
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[Maybe on some hidden level of his psyche he has always known, but like with anything that truly scares him or makes him uncomfortable he has buried it. Hearing it so openly, he wants so many things at once but above all to protect him, not to take advantage, not to be his usual selfish, bumbling self.
He closes his eyes and leans his cheek lightly into the touch.]
You really shouldn't let me, Crowley. I mean it. [Stern.]
Just tell me if this hurts.
[He starts out so very small, the faintest extension of power through his fingertips resting over his shirt. Love the only way he has ever known it, and there's worry. He can't help but think of the holy water or the consecrated ground of the church, the fact that they are meant to be anathema to one another.
He watches his face closely.]