He was surprised at the hand on his chest, and even more-so at the forehead on his shoulder. Crowley's breath slid over his neck, sending gooseflesh all over. It didn't help either that he could feel the warmth of the demon's hand through his clothes, making his heart jump. Hopefully neither was noticed. And certainly he was glad the demon couldn't feel the warm rush of tender emotion that filled him
It was an interesting moment. Even more interesting than the er...attempts at inspiration. Something that felt so much different and rested on the edge of one thing and another-- though he didn't look too closely at either of those things.
He waved aside the faint annoyance at having to be the responsible one and not get drunk because angel and demon and so on and so forth. He even forewent the clarification that he had meant, not that Crowley had taken them here; could he even? but that had tried to guilt him into staying.
He thought about the words. Run off together. Together always had a wonderful ring to it. And helping these people, he supposed in a way, he had to be committed. Not that that would stop him from going back when he could. Earth had to take priority. It just didn't make sense otherwise. But he wouldn't tell Crowley that he was going. No, it was much safer for the demon just to stay here. And who knew? Away from hell and all the... politics, perhaps he'd be able to find something different for himself. Something more.
"Here seems a good a place to start as any." He hesitated, then reached up and stroked the back of Crowley's neck, but lightly, not sure how the gesture would be received and not wanting to ruin this moment...whatever it was.
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It was an interesting moment. Even more interesting than the er...attempts at inspiration. Something that felt so much different and rested on the edge of one thing and another-- though he didn't look too closely at either of those things.
He waved aside the faint annoyance at having to be the responsible one and not get drunk because angel and demon and so on and so forth. He even forewent the clarification that he had meant, not that Crowley had taken them here; could he even? but that had tried to guilt him into staying.
He thought about the words. Run off together. Together always had a wonderful ring to it. And helping these people, he supposed in a way, he had to be committed. Not that that would stop him from going back when he could. Earth had to take priority. It just didn't make sense otherwise. But he wouldn't tell Crowley that he was going. No, it was much safer for the demon just to stay here. And who knew? Away from hell and all the... politics, perhaps he'd be able to find something different for himself. Something more.
"Here seems a good a place to start as any." He hesitated, then reached up and stroked the back of Crowley's neck, but lightly, not sure how the gesture would be received and not wanting to ruin this moment...whatever it was.