[ Blake stands and takes up his plate and silverware, does the same for Crowley, and drops it all off in the bathroom, of all places — it's the only sink he has — and leans back to look in the room while he replies. ]
Can't exactly lie. Really don't know what the future's gonna be like — no guarantees — but I gotta feelin' we'll be okay.
[ Eventually. No matter what. Even if it means they just go home. Not that home guarantees anything better for either of them... ]
[ Crowley pushes himself up from his chair after Blake takes his plate, following him to the bathroom a moment later and leaning on the doorframe. ]
Good.
[ He smile grows just a little as he takes in the sight of Blake's bathroom. It's almost shocking how nice it is in the face of Blake's clean-but-humble approach. ]
Well look at you. This is even nicer than my bathroom. I'm impressed.
[ The expression isn't lost on Blake, who easily catches it in the mirror. The plates he'll deal with later, but for now, he busies himself washing his hands. His smile is answered with a pleased, almost sated, nearly lazy grin. ]
Never skimp when it's important, right? Don't mind admitting it's a little higher up there on my list than a nice kitchen. And just under a really good bed.
[ All three combined make for a pretty comfortable John Blake. ]
[ Crowley hums in approval and moves closer, languid like a cat. Maybe it's the wine or the blood or the fact that he's just unloaded several tightly kept secrets on the one man he trusts to keep them, but there's something so natural about this. ]
It's good to have priorities, darling. Creature comforts are important. It's easier to deal with a harsh world when you've got something nice to come home to.
[ He stops just inside Blake's personal space, still unsure if he's allowed to go any further. He hates this feeling that curls in his gut now, because the old Crowley would have pressed Blake into the counter and taken what he'd wanted and the man he is now... well, he cares just a little more about the consequences between them. He's seen Blake's anger and he doesn't want to see it again--not over this. ]
[ If nothing else, it's a credit to Crowley to hold off, particularly because he knows that Blake doesn't mind contact, but almost always prefers to initiate it, especially when it happens between them. The same wouldn't necessarily be true with anyone else in Wonderland, but after those first few acts of aggressive courtship (if it could even be called that), it's really the only way to be when Crowley's around. At least for now.
Nevertheless, he doesn't move as he dries his hands, interacting with Crowley's reflection instead of turning to speak directly to him. ]
What you're callin' priorities, I'm openly callin' vanity, you realize. Don't need to justify my choices. Better you don't, actually.
[ He moves just a little closer, watching Blake's reflection. ]
Especially when it's you.
[ Leaning on the counter to Blake's side, he still keeps a few inches between them, but he does want to touch and if Blake doesn't side-step, he just might let himself rest a hand gently at the small of Blake's back. ]
Wasn't talkin' 'bout criticism, I was talkin' 'bout justification.
[ He doesn't move, not even when that hands hits home, but he's wary and entirely aware of its existence. It's something different to be close to someone, and while he's certain they have a ways to go before they can even consider themselves casual, he does admit to himself that things are a bit easier when there's someone nearby. ]
You don't need to justify my choices, you don't, even if it's convenient. That's all I'm tryin' to say. You're not responsible for makin' me right with the world, or the world right with me.
[ His hand settles a little more solidly, but makes no move up or down. What he wants is light affection here, nothing more and nothing less and certainly nothing that pushes too harshly at the boundaries that Blake needs. ]
I like you just the way you are, even the infuriating parts.
[ And he's trying his best to be him, but he's losing sight of who that is anymore and he's trying to be mindful of Blake's boundaries and Wonderland's boundaries. ]
[ He laughs and shakes his head, palms resting on the surface of the sink. This isn't the type of scenario he expected when dinner began, but at least he's not uncomfortable. ]
Those're my favorite parts, prob'ly. [ And then he nods back toward his bedroom. ] How 'bout a movie before you go?
[ With a small smile working its way back to his face, he drops his hand and moves away. He doesn't doubt that the things about Blake that make him angry are things Blake likes about himself. Really, some of that is what Crowley likes most about him.
Blake's certainly a challenge, albeit one he enjoys rising to. ]
That sounds nice. I could use a few hours to turn my brain off.
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[ Blake stands and takes up his plate and silverware, does the same for Crowley, and drops it all off in the bathroom, of all places — it's the only sink he has — and leans back to look in the room while he replies. ]
Can't exactly lie. Really don't know what the future's gonna be like — no guarantees — but I gotta feelin' we'll be okay.
[ Eventually. No matter what. Even if it means they just go home. Not that home guarantees anything better for either of them... ]
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Good.
[ He smile grows just a little as he takes in the sight of Blake's bathroom. It's almost shocking how nice it is in the face of Blake's clean-but-humble approach. ]
Well look at you. This is even nicer than my bathroom. I'm impressed.
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Never skimp when it's important, right? Don't mind admitting it's a little higher up there on my list than a nice kitchen. And just under a really good bed.
[ All three combined make for a pretty comfortable John Blake. ]
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It's good to have priorities, darling. Creature comforts are important. It's easier to deal with a harsh world when you've got something nice to come home to.
[ He stops just inside Blake's personal space, still unsure if he's allowed to go any further. He hates this feeling that curls in his gut now, because the old Crowley would have pressed Blake into the counter and taken what he'd wanted and the man he is now... well, he cares just a little more about the consequences between them. He's seen Blake's anger and he doesn't want to see it again--not over this. ]
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Nevertheless, he doesn't move as he dries his hands, interacting with Crowley's reflection instead of turning to speak directly to him. ]
What you're callin' priorities, I'm openly callin' vanity, you realize. Don't need to justify my choices. Better you don't, actually.
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[ He moves just a little closer, watching Blake's reflection. ]
Especially when it's you.
[ Leaning on the counter to Blake's side, he still keeps a few inches between them, but he does want to touch and if Blake doesn't side-step, he just might let himself rest a hand gently at the small of Blake's back. ]
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[ He doesn't move, not even when that hands hits home, but he's wary and entirely aware of its existence. It's something different to be close to someone, and while he's certain they have a ways to go before they can even consider themselves casual, he does admit to himself that things are a bit easier when there's someone nearby. ]
You don't need to justify my choices, you don't, even if it's convenient. That's all I'm tryin' to say. You're not responsible for makin' me right with the world, or the world right with me.
Just... be you. An' I'll be me.
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[ His hand settles a little more solidly, but makes no move up or down. What he wants is light affection here, nothing more and nothing less and certainly nothing that pushes too harshly at the boundaries that Blake needs. ]
I like you just the way you are, even the infuriating parts.
[ And he's trying his best to be him, but he's losing sight of who that is anymore and he's trying to be mindful of Blake's boundaries and Wonderland's boundaries. ]
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Those're my favorite parts, prob'ly. [ And then he nods back toward his bedroom. ] How 'bout a movie before you go?
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Blake's certainly a challenge, albeit one he enjoys rising to. ]
That sounds nice. I could use a few hours to turn my brain off.