𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

He's snapped out of whatever concerning train of thought he was getting himself stuck in, looking down at their hands, then at Crowley, for a moment just faltering silently. One of those moments where he doesn't seem to quite react, because there's too much to actually say. Which isn't a bad thing, per say- most times, it was over something good. And all times, it was something to do with Crowley.

He looks at their hands again. There's a bit of subtle, flustered smile to him. "Right." It's fine. They've outsmarted them before. "You're right."