[He sits there for a few seconds, mulling, before the lightbulb goes off.]
Oh, for Hell's sake, of course.
[He rubs a hand down his face and chuffs a frustrated sound.]
You accept your anger and darkness as a matter of course, just as I accept my softness and desire to give. We've just been looking at it all backwards.
[He pulls back enough to make eye contact.]
We're both trying to explore sides of ourselves we've been afraid to show each other in the past and unable to express with eyes over our shoulders. For you it's softness. For me it is...decidedly not. But Crowley, we share a hunger. Maybe not the same one, but ones with equal appetite.
[He's breathing a bit heavily again, this time in relief. In that context all of it makes sense to him, and he can work within parameters he understands.]
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Oh, for Hell's sake, of course.
[He rubs a hand down his face and chuffs a frustrated sound.]
You accept your anger and darkness as a matter of course, just as I accept my softness and desire to give. We've just been looking at it all backwards.
[He pulls back enough to make eye contact.]
We're both trying to explore sides of ourselves we've been afraid to show each other in the past and unable to express with eyes over our shoulders. For you it's softness. For me it is...decidedly not. But Crowley, we share a hunger. Maybe not the same one, but ones with equal appetite.
[He's breathing a bit heavily again, this time in relief. In that context all of it makes sense to him, and he can work within parameters he understands.]