[There's a soft chuckle from the angel and then he's sliding off of Crowley's lap, standing up and absently smoothing out his waistcoat. Still buttoned-up, but disheveled around the edges, love bites visible above the collar of his shirt, his bowtie slightly askew and wrinkles in the rest of his clothes.
He's never looked happier.]
Here, let's get you up.
[He holds a hand out for Crowley, intent on pulling him close once he's on his feet. At the last moment, he picks up the pen from the table and tucks it back into Crowley's pocket.]
Mustn't forget this, my dear. You haven't seen any of the flat upstairs, have you? I've used it so rarely, anyway, it doesn't matter.
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Date: 2020-03-12 11:48 pm (UTC)He's never looked happier.]
Here, let's get you up.
[He holds a hand out for Crowley, intent on pulling him close once he's on his feet. At the last moment, he picks up the pen from the table and tucks it back into Crowley's pocket.]
Mustn't forget this, my dear. You haven't seen any of the flat upstairs, have you? I've used it so rarely, anyway, it doesn't matter.