[ As Blake settles in, he watches the invisible form moving up on to the bed to settle there. For a second, he watched incredulously, mouth hanging open a little. He goes to say something, to mention their previous conversation, but instead he just shakes his head and turns his attention back to his work. For all the trouble Crowley can be, there's no lack of charm to keep him in Blake's good graces.
An hour later, just as promised, Blake is wavering over his notes, head sloppily propped on his hand, hair already askew from working his fingers through it too many times. He's muttering to himself, though, so it's clear he's awake, as he ponders through something that just doesn't seem to fit in how it should. Idly, he knows it's time to retire for the night, but pulling himself away has always been a problem. ]
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An hour later, just as promised, Blake is wavering over his notes, head sloppily propped on his hand, hair already askew from working his fingers through it too many times. He's muttering to himself, though, so it's clear he's awake, as he ponders through something that just doesn't seem to fit in how it should. Idly, he knows it's time to retire for the night, but pulling himself away has always been a problem. ]