[He shifts closer, settling against the weight and heat and draping an arm across the demon's chest in a way that's almost shy. Because he doesn't do this, usually - not without the detachment of post-coital bliss or the fog of alcohol lulling him into apathy. There's nothing between them now to help him pretend, and without that wall the events of the month prior are etched very clearly into his mind.]
I'm glad I'm here. [He says it softly, half muffled into Crowley's shoulder]
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[He shifts closer, settling against the weight and heat and draping an arm across the demon's chest in a way that's almost shy. Because he doesn't do this, usually - not without the detachment of post-coital bliss or the fog of alcohol lulling him into apathy. There's nothing between them now to help him pretend, and without that wall the events of the month prior are etched very clearly into his mind.]
I'm glad I'm here. [He says it softly, half muffled into Crowley's shoulder]