He has gotten good at ignoring that look-- or anyway, well knows Crowley's thoughts about things. They are on different sides after all. Even so he can't help but be a little fond as Crowley brushes rust from his sleeve.
"Yes. Obvously. Oh, I know how it sounds. But we have an obligation, don't we? And we certainly can't stay here. If we must die in fire and chaos it's better to die for something we're willing to fight for. Though..." A wince, but he doesn't finish the thought. They wouldn't die, of course. At least not right off. But be sent to fight. And there was no avoiding it this time. It was very possible they would have to fight one another and the thought chilled him to the bone.
Best not think about it.
"Anyway, now that we're here, we need to find some way to lure that monstrous thing after us. To get it stuck. With any luck, we'll be back by lunchtime. Even though every place I've hit so far has food swimming in gravy. It's a veritable flood. That's how you know it's America, I suppose. Gravy and ketchup." He makes a face, then pulls in a breath as he unconsciously settles his wings against his back, only to have a streak of pain go through that blessed joint.
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Date: 2019-06-19 02:58 am (UTC)"Yes. Obvously. Oh, I know how it sounds. But we have an obligation, don't we? And we certainly can't stay here. If we must die in fire and chaos it's better to die for something we're willing to fight for. Though..." A wince, but he doesn't finish the thought. They wouldn't die, of course. At least not right off. But be sent to fight. And there was no avoiding it this time. It was very possible they would have to fight one another and the thought chilled him to the bone.
Best not think about it.
"Anyway, now that we're here, we need to find some way to lure that monstrous thing after us. To get it stuck. With any luck, we'll be back by lunchtime. Even though every place I've hit so far has food swimming in gravy. It's a veritable flood. That's how you know it's America, I suppose. Gravy and ketchup." He makes a face, then pulls in a breath as he unconsciously settles his wings against his back, only to have a streak of pain go through that blessed joint.
Can't even heal himself.
What a disaster.