Crowley sits up completely straight, all semblance of the slouched demon without a care in the universe completely gone.
"Angel?" he asks, reaching for his arm. "What is it?"
It's not as if he'd forgotten about the injury. Not as if he'd let himself become too comfortable---but he had, for just a second, thought that maybe they'd escaped it.
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timeasmymeasure
oh no dawg what's wrong
Date: 2019-09-05 11:44 pm (UTC)"Angel?" he asks, reaching for his arm. "What is it?"
It's not as if he'd forgotten about the injury. Not as if he'd let himself become too comfortable---but he had, for just a second, thought that maybe they'd escaped it.