Yeah, but what can I say really? Just lectured you usin' some string an' every bit of nonsense I've got. Once a cop, always a cop, I guess.
[ John meanders back into a strolling gait and lets his mind settle a little. They're not better, not even by half, but it's a step in the right direction as far as he's concerned. ]
Beyond all that, I'm sorry. You deserve an apology for me actin' so defensive. Didn't— didn't wanna face the idea that you might not've been you all this time. I was... hurt, and concerned, but I know now that wasn't me bein' fair to you.
[ Blake's not without blame and he feels that's important for him to acknowledge before they get much further ahead of themselves. ]
[ He does stop and he does turn, but he's still processing and settling and trying to make heads or tales of all of this, so it's certain;y not the same affection he's offered before. But, at least he's not pulling away. ]
You'd work it out, but that's not somethin' either of us are worryin' 'bout.
[ Honestly, John doesn't expect to be going home any time soon. ]
Uh huh. How's that s'posed to be news to me? [ There's a moment where he can't help himself and actually rolls his eyes, but he's forcing down a smile himself, especially with Crowley right there. ] Some things never change.
[ Crowley presses the rest of the way in until he's pressed against Blake and pushing him back into a hedge wall with a bruising kiss. He's wanted this for days, desperately and completely.
He doesn't think he's really changed so much. He's still number one. It's just that Blake's become number two. There's no shame in not being alone. ]
[ Number two? Crowley must still be operating on a level that's one part denial and one part confusion, because he just spent the last couple days proving that he's willing to put someone else ahead of him. How does that not ensure Blake's number one? Hmph!
Needless to say, the physical aspects have always been easier for the former cop, so when he gets pressed into the hedges, he goes willingly, even if he's half-eaten by leaves and branches. Really, though, Blake has no complaints, just lingering concerns about his ability to forgive this particular person a lot quicker than anyone else.
He kisses back, altogether relieved that things aren't quite as complicated anymore, even if he does still have questions. ]
[ Crowley sighs into the kiss, tension oozing out of him as he presses against Blake, who (he can at least admit to himself) he's ridiculously fond of.
Pulling back, his smile is just a little brighter. ]
I'll have you know that the dog's been very cross with me this whole time. I think she knew that I'd hurt you.
[ There's some distant reminder that he shouldn't give in, that this shouldn't be so easy to imagine them coming back from, but...
John smirks a little, unable to help himself; the idea of Perdita holding a grudge against her own master is a little to endearing for a guy who doesn't even really like dogs. ]
Yeah, well... good dog. That's all I'm gonna say. Maybe that she gets a treat, too.
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[ John meanders back into a strolling gait and lets his mind settle a little. They're not better, not even by half, but it's a step in the right direction as far as he's concerned. ]
Beyond all that, I'm sorry. You deserve an apology for me actin' so defensive. Didn't— didn't wanna face the idea that you might not've been you all this time. I was... hurt, and concerned, but I know now that wasn't me bein' fair to you.
[ Blake's not without blame and he feels that's important for him to acknowledge before they get much further ahead of themselves. ]
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[ He reaches for Blake's wrist, stopping and trying to urge him to turn. ]
You make this place a lot more bearable for me.
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You'd work it out, but that's not somethin' either of us are worryin' 'bout.
[ Honestly, John doesn't expect to be going home any time soon. ]
We're okay, then? Okay as we're gonna be, I mean?
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I'd like us to be.
[ He doesn't want to work out Wonderland without Blake. He wants to keep Blake as close as he can. ]
And I'd like to kiss you.
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What's stoppin' you, anyway?
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[ Crowley presses the rest of the way in until he's pressed against Blake and pushing him back into a hedge wall with a bruising kiss. He's wanted this for days, desperately and completely.
He doesn't think he's really changed so much. He's still number one. It's just that Blake's become number two. There's no shame in not being alone. ]
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Needless to say, the physical aspects have always been easier for the former cop, so when he gets pressed into the hedges, he goes willingly, even if he's half-eaten by leaves and branches. Really, though, Blake has no complaints, just lingering concerns about his ability to forgive this particular person a lot quicker than anyone else.
He kisses back, altogether relieved that things aren't quite as complicated anymore, even if he does still have questions. ]
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Pulling back, his smile is just a little brighter. ]
I'll have you know that the dog's been very cross with me this whole time. I think she knew that I'd hurt you.
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John smirks a little, unable to help himself; the idea of Perdita holding a grudge against her own master is a little to endearing for a guy who doesn't even really like dogs. ]
Yeah, well... good dog. That's all I'm gonna say. Maybe that she gets a treat, too.