[It's so purely honest that, after all that, it seems somehow funny. It draws out of him a quiet, frail-sounding giggle that seems to rattle inside the hollowness that had formed inside him. The one filling up with something tempestuous but warm.]
At least we're on the same page, there.
[It seemed like there should be some kind of direction to go after something like that. Something to label it and make sense of it, but nothing he called up really fit in the traditional sense. They'd been friends and lovers for years, without comment or barest hitch in their usual step. Boyfriend was a laughable modifier when applied to Crowley and almost makes him lose his composure the second it crosses his mind. Neither of them seemed particularly suited to traditional monogamy, either. It always ended up being that final wall between himself and those he loved. With Gideon, especially, but even Ashura. Even then.]
[Drawing in a shaky breath, he fumbled blindly under the blankets, tracing the line of the demon's arm until he could find his hand.] I don't want to be your shackles...
[He doesn't want to weight Crowley down. Doesn't want to hurt him. Doesn't want him to have to hold himself back because of a few words. He feels like something needs to change, but not if it involves sacrifice.]
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At least we're on the same page, there.
[It seemed like there should be some kind of direction to go after something like that. Something to label it and make sense of it, but nothing he called up really fit in the traditional sense. They'd been friends and lovers for years, without comment or barest hitch in their usual step. Boyfriend was a laughable modifier when applied to Crowley and almost makes him lose his composure the second it crosses his mind. Neither of them seemed particularly suited to traditional monogamy, either. It always ended up being that final wall between himself and those he loved. With Gideon, especially, but even Ashura. Even then.]
[Drawing in a shaky breath, he fumbled blindly under the blankets, tracing the line of the demon's arm until he could find his hand.] I don't want to be your shackles...
[He doesn't want to weight Crowley down. Doesn't want to hurt him. Doesn't want him to have to hold himself back because of a few words. He feels like something needs to change, but not if it involves sacrifice.]