[He nods. It's somewhat troubling to think of anything being disturbing to him, yet realistically, he can't expect to shield him from such experiences or fix the past.

He smiles faintly and squeezes his hands, bringing them together between his.]

Thank you, Love.

[Like Crowley, he's not sure he would bring it to him if he was burdened or upset somehow. He appreciates knowing he could.]

It's hard to foresee anything becoming serious outside of us, but if it ever did, of course I'd be honest.