[ Crowley lets himself look at Blake again. He schools his face, but he's not sure if he manages it in time. He makes a mental note not to let himself near Blake so soon after he's medicated himself. It's too much.
It doesn't escape his notice that Blake just stopped him from leaving or that he's actually making an effort to... Crowley doesn't know how to really process it. ]
action;
It doesn't escape his notice that Blake just stopped him from leaving or that he's actually making an effort to... Crowley doesn't know how to really process it. ]
Alright, I won't.
[ He lets himself smile just a little. ]
Is there anything else I can do to help?