John's response was a barely-perceptible shake of his head (Not now.) Kit was getting drowsy, and she was a pretty sound sleeper. He and Crowley could talk in a bit, provided neither of them nodded off in the meantime. And they did need to talk--he was well aware of the complications the whole situation posed. He'd rather have put it off til later, but that was probably a really bad idea...
He debated for a moment walking Crowley back to his own room and having a quick word with him there, but it seemed more than a bit cold to kick him out after all that; and anyway the notion of curling up all together and passing out for a good long while was extremely appealing just then, regardless of any good reasons why they shouldn't. He wasn't sure he'd ever, in his life, had the people closest to him literally within arm's reach like this, safe and sound and (at least for the moment) happy, with no immediate threats hanging over their heads. He didn't want to spoil that rare moment if he could avoid it.
So instead, he slid down the bed, tugging the others with him, one on either side, and yawned hugely (and mostly genuinely.) "Yeah, me too. Dunno 'bout you two, but I'm about knackered..."
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He debated for a moment walking Crowley back to his own room and having a quick word with him there, but it seemed more than a bit cold to kick him out after all that; and anyway the notion of curling up all together and passing out for a good long while was extremely appealing just then, regardless of any good reasons why they shouldn't. He wasn't sure he'd ever, in his life, had the people closest to him literally within arm's reach like this, safe and sound and (at least for the moment) happy, with no immediate threats hanging over their heads. He didn't want to spoil that rare moment if he could avoid it.
So instead, he slid down the bed, tugging the others with him, one on either side, and yawned hugely (and mostly genuinely.) "Yeah, me too. Dunno 'bout you two, but I'm about knackered..."