Crowley snorted. "That'll happen when you ignore the bad shit for too long." Pot, kettle, hello.
But the demon could read the concern in John's eyes and he knew, better than anyone - possibly even better than John since he'd seen it objectively - how much the man cared for the beautiful woman in his arms. He'd truly never wanted to interfere with that. Crowley wanted John to have his second chance and had been pretty successful at suppressing the minor twinges of jealousy he'd felt here and there when John was otherwise engaged of an evening. Still, this was a new situation.
He knew why John had done it, the bastard, but it was even more galling to find that he'd been right and it had, for the most part, worked. But it was still so bizarre to know that someone knew him that well; could not only read what he needed beyond his projected air but would then deliver it with no thought of consequence to himself. It gave the demon a tightening in his abdomen that had nothing to do with sex - something he was going to have to worry about later - and everything to do with real friendship.
"Sshe's going to find out eventually," he murmured. "I can pass very well, and you know it, but there are people here who don't think about what they say and I can't control that. It could get very nasty. The only thing I can do is make her forget. You, too, if you wanted that. But I won't do it without permission. I'm not... you know..." Crowley trailed off, unwilling to say that he wasn't a fiend and bring up all that pain.
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Date: 2007-05-27 10:12 pm (UTC)But the demon could read the concern in John's eyes and he knew, better than anyone - possibly even better than John since he'd seen it objectively - how much the man cared for the beautiful woman in his arms. He'd truly never wanted to interfere with that. Crowley wanted John to have his second chance and had been pretty successful at suppressing the minor twinges of jealousy he'd felt here and there when John was otherwise engaged of an evening. Still, this was a new situation.
He knew why John had done it, the bastard, but it was even more galling to find that he'd been right and it had, for the most part, worked. But it was still so bizarre to know that someone knew him that well; could not only read what he needed beyond his projected air but would then deliver it with no thought of consequence to himself. It gave the demon a tightening in his abdomen that had nothing to do with sex - something he was going to have to worry about later - and everything to do with real friendship.
"Sshe's going to find out eventually," he murmured. "I can pass very well, and you know it, but there are people here who don't think about what they say and I can't control that. It could get very nasty. The only thing I can do is make her forget. You, too, if you wanted that. But I won't do it without permission. I'm not... you know..." Crowley trailed off, unwilling to say that he wasn't a fiend and bring up all that pain.