[ No argument there. Blake's right hand rests on Crowley's hip and the other remains flat across his abdomen. He appreciates that solid weight on his legs and it allows him to relax back just a bit, allows him to put a little pressure on that shoulder that's been aching for days. ]
This is a treat. You are the king, and I'm just— a guy.
no subject
This is a treat. You are the king, and I'm just— a guy.
[ Or close enough, at least for these purposes. ]