[Not a shred of that is in doubt. He closes his eyes into the kisses and clings to him, glad of the size of the chair, that it allows for this without a danger of tipping or spilling.
He needs to be something with different needs. Something that won't hurt him when he loses control. Something that doesn't want the things that Crowley doesn't want to be. There's no way he can tell him that.]
You to be here. Just...here with me, just like this.
[The rest of it is his to sort. And he will. Somehow.]
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[Not a shred of that is in doubt. He closes his eyes into the kisses and clings to him, glad of the size of the chair, that it allows for this without a danger of tipping or spilling.
He needs to be something with different needs. Something that won't hurt him when he loses control. Something that doesn't want the things that Crowley doesn't want to be. There's no way he can tell him that.]
You to be here. Just...here with me, just like this.
[The rest of it is his to sort. And he will. Somehow.]