[For Felix, not having any words is a rarity. He'd been taught to distrust touch, largely by Malkar, who used it either as a weapon or as a means to control - a lie of affection he'd once believed. But Crowley isn't that man, and while he might be a demon, Felix has never known him to lie about anything that really mattered. It also helps that he knows just the buttons the press - that gentle tug of fingers through his hair. He lets it happen, pressing close, shattering inside over and over again from gratitude, fear, and fury. He's just as angry at himself that in the end Crowley was the braver one in the end.]
I do too..[It comes out a whisper a few minutes later. The closest he can get, but the meaning is clear. He refuses to let it slip away again without comment. Keeping silent had not saved Gideon. Nor Crowley, the first time around. Not again. Consequences be damned.]
[It finally occurs to him that the chill has gone. He's warm and comfortable, despite that lingering twist of anxiety that's settled between his shoulder blades and has nothing to do with his position and everything to do with the uncertainty of the future. He's half on top of Crowley at this point, and he makes no effort to shift and he drops his head to the pillow with a fragile sigh.]
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I do too..[It comes out a whisper a few minutes later. The closest he can get, but the meaning is clear. He refuses to let it slip away again without comment. Keeping silent had not saved Gideon. Nor Crowley, the first time around. Not again. Consequences be damned.]
[It finally occurs to him that the chill has gone. He's warm and comfortable, despite that lingering twist of anxiety that's settled between his shoulder blades and has nothing to do with his position and everything to do with the uncertainty of the future. He's half on top of Crowley at this point, and he makes no effort to shift and he drops his head to the pillow with a fragile sigh.]
What now?