[And, much the same and despite his lurking worries about the situation he's found himself in here, Crowley sinks quite comfortably into the kind of ease he usually feels around the angel.
After all... no matter what he looks like, there's no one in the entire Satan-blessed Earth he trusts more.]
Yeah? Hmn. [Probably right.
Maybe he'll have some of that hot chocolate after all, if only because the warmth feels nice when he holds the mug.]
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After all... no matter what he looks like, there's no one in the entire Satan-blessed Earth he trusts more.]
Yeah? Hmn. [Probably right.
Maybe he'll have some of that hot chocolate after all, if only because the warmth feels nice when he holds the mug.]
... Been weird, not having you around.