[It's such a rarity for him to unmask himself like this. He soaks up the view, and while it doesn't completely distract him from the warning and the earnestness behind it, it has his attention.

His look in return is purely soft.]

I know I haven't given you much reason to have faith in this, dear, what with all of my complaints and attachment to luxury. I can handle hurt. It won't be the worst thing that has ever happened.

[It can't possibly be worse than learning Heaven attempted to murder him for helping avert their stupid war, and if they used Hellfire, the implications are that they worked with the other side to do it. He wonders what Hell had in store for Crowley. If Heaven in turn facilitated it. That's something to process in his own time, not on the heels of Crowley's momentary breakdown.]

We've had each others' backs for this long. Will it be so very different?