"I could manage," Crowley says. He thinks, anyway. He's not sure. "Well, if nothing else, I'll stand outside and wait for you."
It isn't the same, of course. There's something wonderful in companionship when walking through places one wants to see, in sharing it with others. Museums, other places, they're better shared. He imagines shrines are like that as well.
He takes another sip of wine and looks down at their hands.
"Do you ever wonder what it might've been like if we'd just been humans?" he asks the thought that's been on his mind. "Just...you know, two blokes. Met ordinarily, casually. No armageddon, no Heaven and Hell. Just got to know each other?"
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Date: 2019-09-03 12:33 am (UTC)It isn't the same, of course. There's something wonderful in companionship when walking through places one wants to see, in sharing it with others. Museums, other places, they're better shared. He imagines shrines are like that as well.
He takes another sip of wine and looks down at their hands.
"Do you ever wonder what it might've been like if we'd just been humans?" he asks the thought that's been on his mind. "Just...you know, two blokes. Met ordinarily, casually. No armageddon, no Heaven and Hell. Just got to know each other?"