[This isn't any kind of victory; Crowley might dislike Jon a lot, but he's never wanted to drive a wedge between these two, knowing that it would hurt Martin to come to these realizations.
He leans in, pressing his lips to Martin's brow, and in that instant they're back in his flat where they started.]
You're never a waste of time, love. [Even if it's for Jon.
He draws back, hoping to meet Martin's gaze, his head tilted to the side in question.] Tea, or wine? Or whiskey?
[He's not making his presence a question or an offer, he won't let it be something that Martin has to say yes to, because he knows he won't. He'll go, if he's told to, but until then he's going to help how he can.]
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He leans in, pressing his lips to Martin's brow, and in that instant they're back in his flat where they started.]
You're never a waste of time, love. [Even if it's for Jon.
He draws back, hoping to meet Martin's gaze, his head tilted to the side in question.] Tea, or wine? Or whiskey?
[He's not making his presence a question or an offer, he won't let it be something that Martin has to say yes to, because he knows he won't. He'll go, if he's told to, but until then he's going to help how he can.]