Wherever this goes, they'll go together, this time. All he asks is that they hold their hands together and keep each other at a manageable pace.

When Crowley speaks, he finally glances up to meet his eyes again. Takes a second to think of the suggestion, then smiles warmly.

"Ah, I don't tend to sleep, my dear." In fact, he can't remember the last time he has. And he's not entirely sure that sleeping will necessarily soothe his mind or fix his vessel. And he's not sure if he could sleep, now, or if the quiet would simply bring him all the fears that are watching him from the sidelines in this tender moment.

"I do suppose we're due for some repose, however."