The angel looks at him, with yet another quiet pause. When he moves, he simply puts his glass away on the table by the sofa, and brings a delicate hand up to Crowley's back, comforting.
"It's alright." It's not, not really, but he rather it be. It's not that he's hurt or particularly offended, the subject is more complex than that. Such as wondering how long will things from before they became free will come up to be dealt with. Probably for a very, very long, but he has no way of really knowing.
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Date: 2020-04-01 10:56 am (UTC)"It's alright." It's not, not really, but he rather it be. It's not that he's hurt or particularly offended, the subject is more complex than that. Such as wondering how long will things from before they became free will come up to be dealt with. Probably for a very, very long, but he has no way of really knowing.