[ he smiles at the mention, crooked and amused, almost asks if crowley's going to kick him out once the hour's up. he knows he won't, of course, though a month ago it would have been a genuine question. he wouldn't have wanted to overstay his welcome. and while it's true that he still doesn't want to do that, his welcome seems to be an extended stay sort these days.

the smile fades at the question, though, and he sits up straighter, curling crowley's hands to his chest and humming out a small, affirmative noise. ]

I'm sure you noticed, but Lyall can't even be in the same room as me for more than a few minutes at a time. [ he strokes his thumbs over the fingers they reach, brows knitting faintly. ] And Jon struggles enough with his self-worth. I don't want to ruin Christmas for them. A few hours at a time is what I try to limit myself to.

[ and honestly, it's selfish of him to spend so much time here with crowley, too. it's just that crowley seems to handle the lonely better than most humans do. though maybe it's just that he hides it better, given what he'd learned of him. ]