[ He can already feel the dull ache between his bones, the force of Crowley's grip enough to create discomfort. But Blake's not one to back down and the odds that the demon's going to do all that much worse are pretty slim. ]
Exactly nothin' that's any of your business, Crowley.
[ God, he loves to egg the other man on, though, doesn't he? It's like some kind of sickness as Blake practically measures atoms to get them as close to touching as possible without actually touching. ]
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Exactly nothin' that's any of your business, Crowley.
[ God, he loves to egg the other man on, though, doesn't he? It's like some kind of sickness as Blake practically measures atoms to get them as close to touching as possible without actually touching. ]