[ Searching in the silence following Crowley's words, John comes to the same conclusion, but it takes longer than it should and he knows it. He doesn't need to explain his vulnerabilities to Crowley — they're more than obvious to him already — but he doesn't particularly enjoy when they're on display.
Finally, he nods in acknowledgment, slow and purposeful to show he understands. Grip loosening around Crowley's wrist, he severs that connection to push a hand through his hair. With his heart rate up, he's sweating and overheated, prompting him to sit up and turn to sit on the edge of his side of the bed.
Perdita shifts on her bed, collar rattling in a way that sharply grabs Blake's attention, but only for its focal benefit. ]
Sorry. [ That's to both of them, even if he knows it's not necessary. ]
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Finally, he nods in acknowledgment, slow and purposeful to show he understands. Grip loosening around Crowley's wrist, he severs that connection to push a hand through his hair. With his heart rate up, he's sweating and overheated, prompting him to sit up and turn to sit on the edge of his side of the bed.
Perdita shifts on her bed, collar rattling in a way that sharply grabs Blake's attention, but only for its focal benefit. ]
Sorry. [ That's to both of them, even if he knows it's not necessary. ]