[ Crowley's sleeping off another dose of blood quite soundly when he hears the glass shatter. He bolts upright in bed, breath coming up short as he tries to orient his thoughts and figure out where he is and what that could be. When he puzzles out that it's probably Blake, he climbs out of bed quickly and grabs his slippers before heading downstairs to turn on a light. ]
Darling? Everything alright in here?
[ He steps into the kitchen in a pair of worn pajama pants and a T-shirt that he's clearly swiped from Blake. ]
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Darling? Everything alright in here?
[ He steps into the kitchen in a pair of worn pajama pants and a T-shirt that he's clearly swiped from Blake. ]