[And that was, of course, the crux of Crowley's problem. He wanted to belong to someone, no matter how often fate proved he couldn't have such a thing. He'd tried juggling two people once before, people he loved a great deal. It just ended in heartache and misery, and he inevitably ended up with no one. He didn't want to do that again.
He has no idea how to proceed. How to make it so he doesn't lose Felix, too. Fate seems uninterested in his efforts thus far. Take it slow, they leave. Take it fast, they leave. He has to do this on hope alone, and it makes him feel vulnerable. It's an all too mortal feeling, and he doesn't like it one bit.
He squeezes Felix's hand gently, thumb tracing over the skin of his hand. ]
Wouldn't consider you that, anyway. It's not tying you down if it's something you want.
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He has no idea how to proceed. How to make it so he doesn't lose Felix, too. Fate seems uninterested in his efforts thus far. Take it slow, they leave. Take it fast, they leave. He has to do this on hope alone, and it makes him feel vulnerable. It's an all too mortal feeling, and he doesn't like it one bit.
He squeezes Felix's hand gently, thumb tracing over the skin of his hand. ]
Wouldn't consider you that, anyway. It's not tying you down if it's something you want.