[ he eases closer as crowley tops up his glass, taking it back and then leaning into the other man's side. the warmth and familiarity is good, and.. he likes the intimacy of being with someone he cares about when he's feeling so vulnerable. ]

I just-- I shouldn't react emotionally. He's not in a good place, and he's rightfully scared of Elias, and I-- I'm-- I have to be stronger than this.

[ he rubs the heel of his palm over his brow, but then takes another sip of his wine with a small sigh. ] God. I have to apologize. Tomorrow, maybe.