He would like to pretend, too. He would like to have time to delve not just in their impromptu holiday as something to be enjoyed rather than simply an escape rote, but also on the recent...developments between them.

Some time to think, is all. Some time to explore it, to question and to find answers, together. But there’s always going to be something hanging over them, and they’re always going to be on their toes. He tries not to show it too much when he smiles far too faintly when he glances over at Crowley, picking up his waistcoat to put it on.

“What do you suggest?”