[It's curious how close to despair elation is. He has to look away again before the cracks show, though it's harder to disguise the teardrops on the pillow. Silence stretches again before he draws in a breath]
So did you.
[Than what God had done to Crowley, which is another of quite a few stories he only knows the pieces of. Enough to know where the wounds were, because while he couldn't see people the way the demon could, he always seemed to pinpoint the things that would hurt them the most. Especially in people he loved.
And there it was. The thought he'd been avoiding. The word he'd still never say out loud but the presence of which taunts him.
I'm...[Sorry. Another word he doesn't like to say. His hand clutches in the sheet, then flutters uncertainly at Crowley's shoulder. He isn't good at being comforting and afraid to acknowledge, for both their sake, that there's anything there to comfort at all.] I needed to be sure it wasn't Atroma showing me what I wanted to hear.
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So did you.
[Than what God had done to Crowley, which is another of quite a few stories he only knows the pieces of. Enough to know where the wounds were, because while he couldn't see people the way the demon could, he always seemed to pinpoint the things that would hurt them the most. Especially in people he loved.
And there it was. The thought he'd been avoiding. The word he'd still never say out loud but the presence of which taunts him.
I'm...[Sorry. Another word he doesn't like to say. His hand clutches in the sheet, then flutters uncertainly at Crowley's shoulder. He isn't good at being comforting and afraid to acknowledge, for both their sake, that there's anything there to comfort at all.] I needed to be sure it wasn't Atroma showing me what I wanted to hear.
[Which is true enough, in part.]