John couldn't repress a small gasp--it was painful, being grabbed and manhandled around that way--but the discomfort was subsumed under a wave of almost delirious relief as Crowley's meaning filtered through the deafening background noise inside his head.
Later, he'd look back on it and be astonished that his friend would come so close to openly admitting he'd been wrong. It just wasn't Crowley's style. (Then again, it wasn't John's either.) But right now he was in no condition to analyze anything; the words were enough taken at face value, striking a visceral chord that ran deeper than his injuries, bodily and otherwise.
Forgiven. Home. He hadn't felt anything remotely like it since...well, in a really long bloody time, that was what.
And Crowley was hugging him. How fucked up was that? A sound that was half-laugh, half-sob broke out of him as he clasped the other close, shaking more than a little.
"Shit. Don't let's do that again," he muttered against the fine fabric of the demon's suit coat, mildly alarmed at the wavering, almost shrill timbre of his own voice. "My fucking head's on upside down. How long's it been, anyway?"
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Date: 2006-05-05 04:30 am (UTC)Later, he'd look back on it and be astonished that his friend would come so close to openly admitting he'd been wrong. It just wasn't Crowley's style. (Then again, it wasn't John's either.) But right now he was in no condition to analyze anything; the words were enough taken at face value, striking a visceral chord that ran deeper than his injuries, bodily and otherwise.
Forgiven. Home. He hadn't felt anything remotely like it since...well, in a really long bloody time, that was what.
And Crowley was hugging him. How fucked up was that? A sound that was half-laugh, half-sob broke out of him as he clasped the other close, shaking more than a little.
"Shit. Don't let's do that again," he muttered against the fine fabric of the demon's suit coat, mildly alarmed at the wavering, almost shrill timbre of his own voice. "My fucking head's on upside down. How long's it been, anyway?"