Crowley lets out a brief exhale, one that's not so different from any other breath in any way you could describe, but whose meaning couldn't be clearer if he'd said it aloud. Oh. It's you.
(As though he has any reason to be surprised.)
His eyes slide shut again.
In, out. Might be easier not to, but he can't remember how.
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Date: 2009-08-07 11:27 pm (UTC)(As though he has any reason to be surprised.)
His eyes slide shut again.
In, out. Might be easier not to, but he can't remember how.