[ It certainly is quite a sight. Crowley both loves and hates the dropping feeling in his chest when he really lets himself look at Blake, sweaty and hungover and still completely attractive to him in a way that he's still trying not to analyze too closely.
He's also trying not to read too much into the fact that as drunk as Blake had been, he remembers talking to Crowley.
Sitting on the edge of the bed again, his hands stays firmly on Blake's shoulder, supporting but loose if Blake wants to shrug it off. He watches Blake's face closely for signs that he approves of all of this, because for some reason Crowley just... wants Blake's approval right now. He wants to know that he's doing this right. ]
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He's also trying not to read too much into the fact that as drunk as Blake had been, he remembers talking to Crowley.
Sitting on the edge of the bed again, his hands stays firmly on Blake's shoulder, supporting but loose if Blake wants to shrug it off. He watches Blake's face closely for signs that he approves of all of this, because for some reason Crowley just... wants Blake's approval right now. He wants to know that he's doing this right. ]
How's that?