[You'd think he'd keep better track, but really, when you live for so long and one day is really much like the one before and the one to follow, you stop keeping count sometimes.
He lowers his mug, setting it down and wrapping both slim hands around it. This is a lot.]
A quiet week. No one's tried to talk through my radio since Odegra. [Crowley grimaces slightly at the word, at saying it out loud, and brings the mug half way up to his mouth again like a reflex before slowly lowering it back into his other hand and holding it there.]
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[You'd think he'd keep better track, but really, when you live for so long and one day is really much like the one before and the one to follow, you stop keeping count sometimes.
He lowers his mug, setting it down and wrapping both slim hands around it. This is a lot.]
A quiet week. No one's tried to talk through my radio since Odegra. [Crowley grimaces slightly at the word, at saying it out loud, and brings the mug half way up to his mouth again like a reflex before slowly lowering it back into his other hand and holding it there.]
Same for you, last we spoke.