Vaguely relieved that John could joke about the situation, Crowley scratched his wrist thoughtfully.
"I don't know much of what went on while Aziraphale was gone," explained Crowley, glossing over those two weeks spent in a stupor of alcohol and loss, "but the biggest upset was with Mictain and Raphael. As far as we can tell, Mic attempted to rape Raph, but Adam stepped in and banished him from the Manor. Lucifer then called him to Hell. Raphael is blaming himself for it all and is feeling guilty for giving him over to the boss, so he's asked me to send a letter to the big bastard telling him that all is forgiven and he wants to nail him again soon."
John shut his eyes, like the idea of that hurt his head and muttered, "Ah, shit..."
"Don't worry about it now, though," said Crowley. Taking advantage of the man's closed eyes, he moved forward like he was going to fluff his pillow or something equally ridiculous and his fingers brushed John's hair, sending just enough power into him to knock him out. They all needed to sleep and the demon was tired of talking and being all emotional and stuff. When John was out again, Crowley reconnected all the medical equipment that he'd pulled out in his panic and sat on the next bed over.
Wearily, he looked up Aziraphale. "I can't let him sleep here alone," he explained. "I'm going to stay."
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"I don't know much of what went on while Aziraphale was gone," explained Crowley, glossing over those two weeks spent in a stupor of alcohol and loss, "but the biggest upset was with Mictain and Raphael. As far as we can tell, Mic attempted to rape Raph, but Adam stepped in and banished him from the Manor. Lucifer then called him to Hell. Raphael is blaming himself for it all and is feeling guilty for giving him over to the boss, so he's asked me to send a letter to the big bastard telling him that all is forgiven and he wants to nail him again soon."
John shut his eyes, like the idea of that hurt his head and muttered, "Ah, shit..."
"Don't worry about it now, though," said Crowley. Taking advantage of the man's closed eyes, he moved forward like he was going to fluff his pillow or something equally ridiculous and his fingers brushed John's hair, sending just enough power into him to knock him out. They all needed to sleep and the demon was tired of talking and being all emotional and stuff. When John was out again, Crowley reconnected all the medical equipment that he'd pulled out in his panic and sat on the next bed over.
Wearily, he looked up Aziraphale. "I can't let him sleep here alone," he explained. "I'm going to stay."