[He doesn't need to finish that sentence because Crowley already knows the feeling. That empty space that nothing quite fits into the right way until a certain person comes along. And then, naturally, it must all be steadfastly denied, because it's one thing to be friends but something else entirely to admit that you need the person who is supposed to be on the 'other side'.
At least, that was the problem... but now it's their side... isn't it?]
I don't--
[Hmn. He pushes away from the wall and walks a thoughtful circle around the angel, tapping the tips of his fingers together.]
I was just with you. [Crowley says, and it's not as if he hasn't noticed the place feeling 'off' (strange, like when a recipe gets changed and you know it's different but you can't place how).] How long have you been here?
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At least, that was the problem... but now it's their side... isn't it?]
I don't--
[Hmn. He pushes away from the wall and walks a thoughtful circle around the angel, tapping the tips of his fingers together.]
I was just with you. [Crowley says, and it's not as if he hasn't noticed the place feeling 'off' (strange, like when a recipe gets changed and you know it's different but you can't place how).] How long have you been here?