[He nods. He knows he's not good about that. Asking. He's willing to try for him. It wouldn't be fair to hold Crowley to a double standard of being more open than he's willing to be.]

All right. I think as long as I know you'll tell me...I can do that.

[Maybe tentatively at first, and maybe tentative will be good. It will give Crowley time to see trouble coming before it's right on his doorstep knocking.]

I'm not so sure you'll even want to hear it.

[He presses a couple of fingers against his chest in the curl.]

You could do it to me. The name. Then it's balanced. And...and I'm involved instead of just...helplessly grieving the fact that any version of me did that to you when you didn't know what you were asking.

Well, I know what I'm asking. And I'm very much in my right mind.