[ Blake considers leaving Crowley to have his space, but some niggling concern rules his momentum and before he knows it, he's stepping into the demon's room. ]
Thanks. [ He shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around the room, taking in the details. ] What's goin' on? Look... off. You okay?
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Thanks. [ He shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around the room, taking in the details. ] What's goin' on? Look... off. You okay?