[ Crowley hesitates, but the door was left open for a reason. Blake's hardly careless.
He slips into the room quietly, peering around, but not touching anything that isn't clearly meant for him. Sitting down, he smiles at the candle and tablecloth. They're nice touches and he can appreciate the effort that Blake put into it.
Really, he's still buzzing from that kiss and he lets himself sit there and think on it while he waits.
action;
He slips into the room quietly, peering around, but not touching anything that isn't clearly meant for him. Sitting down, he smiles at the candle and tablecloth. They're nice touches and he can appreciate the effort that Blake put into it.
Really, he's still buzzing from that kiss and he lets himself sit there and think on it while he waits.
It has to mean something. ]