[ 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. ]
So, get a dog. Or a hellhound, I guess. Although, here's hopin' I stay on your good side, 'cause- [ He whistles appreciatively and then takes another bite of food before going on. He remembers the last event with those demon dogs and it wasn't pleasant. ]
Do they shed? Or drool? If they shed, you gotta leave 'em in your room. Not gonna get hair on my clothes.
They like me when they're not coming out of someone else's wretched memories. Even most of those liked me.
And they don't shed, but I can't promise they won't drool.
[ Leave them in your room, he says, as if the hound would be the both of theirs and suddenly Crowley can't tell if he's warm and content or overheated and claustrophobic with the idea of that. Shared pets is moving a bit fast, isn't it? Maybe they should start with a houseplant or a kingdom.
Quickly, he picks up his fork and shoves move cheesecake into his mouth. ]
[ Well, it's more about where they find themselves and each other all the time, and less about sharing anything, but Blake doesn't need to say as much. Instead, he just smirks right around the very last bite of his piece of cheesecake. ]
Woulda thought a cat for you. Isn't that more your style? For me, I'd take a hellhound over what I got. And prob'ly over a cat, too.
Mm. Dunno. Guess that would work well enough. Seems to be how everyone else gets their pets, at least. Not exactly an expert in the whole life creation gig, though.
[ Collecting up Crowley's plate along with his own, he sets them by the door and then brushes his hands off. ]
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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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[ He pauses and puts his fork down. ]
Funny, when you mentioned beasts, I was hoping you meant something more canine.
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[ A young man and a crocodile are adequate analogs. ]
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[ And the last dog he was around ripped his throat out, but he's trying not to think about that right now. ]
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Do they shed? Or drool? If they shed, you gotta leave 'em in your room. Not gonna get hair on my clothes.
[ Nag nag nag. ]
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And they don't shed, but I can't promise they won't drool.
[ Leave them in your room, he says, as if the hound would be the both of theirs and suddenly Crowley can't tell if he's warm and content or overheated and claustrophobic with the idea of that. Shared pets is moving a bit fast, isn't it? Maybe they should start with a houseplant or a kingdom.
Quickly, he picks up his fork and shoves move cheesecake into his mouth. ]
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Woulda thought a cat for you. Isn't that more your style? For me, I'd take a hellhound over what I got. And prob'ly over a cat, too.
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Cats are vile. I'm a dog person. You'd like my dogs. They're all very obedient.
[ Finally, he finishes his own cake. ]
You think I should just get one from the closet like I would get a snack?
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[ Collecting up Crowley's plate along with his own, he sets them by the door and then brushes his hands off. ]
When're you thinkin' of doin' that?
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