So am I. It's much preferable to following erroneous conclusions to depressing places.

[He's willing to admit it's what he was doing now that it's not as relevant. Not that he thinks Crowley didn't know it's what he was doing. Neither of them need to dwell on the details.]

I'll try to remember that and not...internalize it so much. But I feel like there's a difference between you being hurt about things and needing to let them out and me hurting you. I don't want to cross that line. I'm counting on you to help me see it.

[He falls into a mulling sort of quiet, trying to work out something and then whether he should say it or not.]

I think I...I'm starting to understand why I've wanted to push you so much lately. I promise it wasn't intentional or...or mindfully about this. If you're willing to go certain places with me, then it makes it acceptable for me to go there.

Tacit permission, I suppose. I'm sorry I didn't realize earlier. I could have spared us some pain.