[ There's a lecture about staying safe and secure that's coming later, but Crowley will spare him for now. He closes the door gently with his foot and puts the tray on the nearest flat surface to Blake, voice just above a whisper. ]

I know you said to come after brunch, but I thought I would bring the brunch to you. There's coffee and Advil in there, too.

[ He glances at Blake, caution written in all of his movements, from the quiet steps to the way he holds his arms close to his body, because months ago he would have touched Blake easily during this exchange and now he's pretty sure he's not even welcome here. ]

How are you feeling?