( there's a laugh behind his words, terribly fond. terribly smitten. it feels like crowley's laugh chimes with his, joy echoing between them. no, more than feels. must be. no doubt about it. he feels in tune with the demon laying beside him, firmly standing on the same ground.
it's such a lovely thing.
affectionately, he shifts his hands and smooshes crowley's cheeks. )
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( there's a laugh behind his words, terribly fond. terribly smitten. it feels like crowley's laugh chimes with his, joy echoing between them. no, more than feels. must be. no doubt about it. he feels in tune with the demon laying beside him, firmly standing on the same ground.
it's such a lovely thing.
affectionately, he shifts his hands and smooshes crowley's cheeks. )
Let's not be late.
( in a manner of speaking. )