[The clip on the restraints slips off from one of the rings, making it easier for Crowley to press one hand to Martin's chest while the other slides up to rest at the side of his throat, thumb brushing lightly over his jaw. It's cheating, but since they're not in bed and are talking about something that's a little heavy, he'll trade some cheating for the ability to be more affectionate.]

It isn't you ruining anything, yeah? [That's important. It might be awful, what the Lonely does, but it isn't Martin's fault.] You can stay here as long as you'd like, then. Won't be very festive, but you don't have to be alone.

[The Lonely does bother him, but at the level it's at when Martin's in control, it isn't unbearable. Loneliness is a familiar sort of ache, and anyway, all he has to do is think of the crowded halls of Hell and the Lonely starts feeling like a blessing.]