[ Feeling that urge to be close, Blake slides right up next to Crowley, curled against his leg since he can't spoon the demon outright. ]
Mm. 'Bout the dog... [ He rests a hand on Crowley's thigh and presses his nose against the fabric of Crowley's pants. ] Adam wants me to tell the Harvelles. Said they oughta know.
[ Blake agreed to tell them but maybe it can wait until after all of this. ]
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Mm. 'Bout the dog... [ He rests a hand on Crowley's thigh and presses his nose against the fabric of Crowley's pants. ] Adam wants me to tell the Harvelles. Said they oughta know.
[ Blake agreed to tell them but maybe it can wait until after all of this. ]