[ Crowley rests his hand on Blake's ankle through the blanket. It's a safe distance from anything too touchy, but he hopes it gets his point across, because contact seems... necessary right now. ]
You know it's okay if you're not. You can talk to me if you need to. Whenever. I understand.
[ He's not actually all that good at this stuff and he knows that, but he is trying this whole listening thing and the caring thing is new, but it's so amplified by the blood and he's gone from fond to actually worried.
It's all a bit stressful, actually. How do humans live like this without just shutting down? He can't remember is the thing. No wonder the Winchesters are so stupid. They're probably overwhelmed with their strange nonstop homoerotic angst. ]
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You know it's okay if you're not. You can talk to me if you need to. Whenever. I understand.
[ He's not actually all that good at this stuff and he knows that, but he is trying this whole listening thing and the caring thing is new, but it's so amplified by the blood and he's gone from fond to actually worried.
It's all a bit stressful, actually. How do humans live like this without just shutting down? He can't remember is the thing. No wonder the Winchesters are so stupid. They're probably overwhelmed with their strange nonstop homoerotic angst. ]