[ Sugarplum? Christ, they're going to have to have a talk about that. Near as Blake can figure, that's not something Crowley would call him if he's ever had a sugarplum. ]
[ As promised, and within the hour, Blake's at Crowley's door, shuffling as he balances everything in one hand in order to open the door with the other. He shoulders in, with a bankers box topped with two plates and a small square Tupperware container. ]
Hey. You're sure it's not too late, right? [ He actually sounds a bit worried there might be such a thing as he peeks around his box to spy Crowley in the room. ]
[ Crowley's left the door unlocked for Blake and he's got his feet up in his recliner, heavy book in his lap. He's dressed in a smoking jacket and worn, but clean pajamas. ]
It's fine. I don't need sleep and I hardly mind your company.
[ He reaches for a note card that he's been using as a bookmark and finally closes his book. ]
[ Blake raises an eyebrow. ] Wouldn't expect you to dress up for me or nothin', no.
[ He's had his nose pressed to the grindstone since the start of the last event, so he's dressed about normal, save for everything, including him, being a bit too ruffled from wear.
John places down his box and then grabs up the closed container, offering it out to Crowley. ]
Here, real sugarplums, in case you forgot what they look like. [ A smirk. ] Didn't make 'em, but I asked the closet for homemade.
[ Blake scoots in a little closer, easing to sit on the arm of Crowley's chair. He freely snakes his arm around the demon and plays his fingers in the hair at the name of his neck. ]
Dunno how that's necessary. Events do what they do, but... feel a bit like that was just exacerbatin' something.
[ Gingerly poking at this phenomenon, no big deal. ]
[ His arm slips around Blake's waist easily and he leans into Blake's touch. Even with the event over, he soaks it up like a kitten in a beam of light. ]
Yeah, probably.
[ He pauses. ]
Was it better before? When I wasn't feeling things as much? Is this worse?
[ At least for now. Blake rubs at Crowley's neck for a second and then gently slips away. ]
C'mon, let's eat. [ He yawns right through the words and sets aside the sugarplums in favor of the two plates. It just so happens to be cheesecake, for no apparent reason. ] Should've brought coffee, too.
If it's all the same to you, I do like to make sure.
[ He picks up his fork and starts to dig into the cheesecake.
Sometimes it's surprising how easy he finds it to switch the topic off of himself. He's just not ready for Blake to know what's got him acting differently. He's not sure that he'll ever be ready. It doesn't matter, right? They're happy. ]
[It just buys Crowley some time, to be perfectly honest. Blake still thinks about all of this stuff, still weighs it heavily against what he already knows, but he isn't quite ready to be entirely insistent about it. Things have smoothed out some, right? And they are happy enough. ]
Right. Wouldn't ask you to be anyone but you. Should know that by now.
[ And then, maybe more pragmatically than usual, he points with his own fork, a slight smirk playing on his face. ]
But I do know how to blow dinner pretty well. We can agree on that to some degree, right? Nobody doesn't like cheesecake.
It's certainly nice to know that you don't just like me for my girlish figure.
[ He gestures towards the cake. ]
This is a nice treat, though, darling. Thank you.
[ It's funny. He's known Blake for what, a year now? Who would have seen this coming when they met? He remembers Blake being helpful and friendly and he remembers himself, dressed like Castiel at that party and filled with glee over Cas's discomfort. ]
[ No one saw this coming. How could they? But Blake has always been his own man, making his own connections, and there isn't any way to dictate that. ]
Not great before bed, but I could definitely use the sugar until then.
Have any interest in takin' a walk with me after this? Gotta feed some beasts.
[ That is to say that after the weekend he's had, he's more than happy to spend whatever time he can with Blake. Maybe the intensity has worn off, but he wants to be with Blake regardless. ]
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See you soon, then. Any requests?
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[ That explains the general look of constipation... ]Got it.
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Hey. You're sure it's not too late, right? [ He actually sounds a bit worried there might be such a thing as he peeks around his box to spy Crowley in the room. ]
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It's fine. I don't need sleep and I hardly mind your company.
[ He reaches for a note card that he's been using as a bookmark and finally closes his book. ]
I hope you don't mind if I keep myself casual.
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[ He's had his nose pressed to the grindstone since the start of the last event, so he's dressed about normal, save for everything, including him, being a bit too ruffled from wear.
John places down his box and then grabs up the closed container, offering it out to Crowley. ]
Here, real sugarplums, in case you forgot what they look like. [ A smirk. ] Didn't make 'em, but I asked the closet for homemade.
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You are completely ridiculous.
[ He sits up and reaches not for the box, but for Blake. ]
You're lucky that I like you, darling. Did everything work itself out?
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Nothin' works itself out easily. How 'bout you? Feelin' any better?
[ There's just a niggling sense of worry here, all things considered. ]
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[ He brushes his hand over Blake's hip, light and affectionate. ]
That event had me acting... I'm a bit embarrassed, to be honest.
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Dunno how that's necessary. Events do what they do, but... feel a bit like that was just exacerbatin' something.
[ Gingerly poking at this phenomenon, no big deal. ]
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[ His arm slips around Blake's waist easily and he leans into Blake's touch. Even with the event over, he soaks it up like a kitten in a beam of light. ]
Yeah, probably.
[ He pauses. ]
Was it better before? When I wasn't feeling things as much? Is this worse?
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[ Maybe a little bit scary, because for what it's worth, Crowley's really changing, and he's not sure what that means. ]
Do you feel like it's worse?
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[ He turns his head to press his lips to Blake's side through his shirt. ]
Not today.
[ Could he even stop if it was worse? He's not so sure that he could give up these tastes of humanity. ]
It's better, I think.
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[ At least for now. Blake rubs at Crowley's neck for a second and then gently slips away. ]
C'mon, let's eat. [ He yawns right through the words and sets aside the sugarplums in favor of the two plates. It just so happens to be cheesecake, for no apparent reason. ] Should've brought coffee, too.
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Something tells me you can use sleep more than you can use caffeine. Have you slept at all the last few days?
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He carefully removes the plastic wrap and passes one of the plates to Crowley before moving on to the next. ]
Feel like there's not enough time in a day. How's that even possible? Don't even gotta job here, an' I'm workin' doubles again.
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[ Which is part of why Crowley puts a little extra effort into making sure that Blake is rested and fed. ]
You're no good to anyone if you aren't taking care of yourself. I hope you know that.
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[ But he gives it no real credence, of course. Sleepless nights aren't new, aren't uncommon, so what's the difference?]
I take care of myself. Eat right, exercise, sleep some, at least. Eatin' cheesecake. That's takin' care.
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[ He picks up his fork and starts to dig into the cheesecake.
Sometimes it's surprising how easy he finds it to switch the topic off of himself. He's just not ready for Blake to know what's got him acting differently. He's not sure that he'll ever be ready. It doesn't matter, right? They're happy. ]
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Right. Wouldn't ask you to be anyone but you. Should know that by now.
[ And then, maybe more pragmatically than usual, he points with his own fork, a slight smirk playing on his face. ]
But I do know how to blow dinner pretty well. We can agree on that to some degree, right? Nobody doesn't like cheesecake.
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[ He gestures towards the cake. ]
This is a nice treat, though, darling. Thank you.
[ It's funny. He's known Blake for what, a year now? Who would have seen this coming when they met? He remembers Blake being helpful and friendly and he remembers himself, dressed like Castiel at that party and filled with glee over Cas's discomfort. ]
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Not great before bed, but I could definitely use the sugar until then.
Have any interest in takin' a walk with me after this? Gotta feed some beasts.
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[ That is to say that after the weekend he's had, he's more than happy to spend whatever time he can with Blake. Maybe the intensity has worn off, but he wants to be with Blake regardless. ]
What sort of beasts are we feeding?
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And then bed. Prob'ly. Or, my notes and then bed. Sound good? 'Cause I've got class in the mornin'...
[ Some company and accountability will do him so good for some part of that. ]
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