He turns to look at Crowley, first confused, then tutting softly. "Oh, my dear, I don't think it was quite in our hands." He certainly doesn't think Crowley chose to almost be in a crashing plane, or nearly killed by plunging into certain holy destruction.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2019-08-04 11:36 pm (UTC)He reaches across the table to touch his hand.
"I believe we're safe now."