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[demonicmiracle]

Hey, it's Anthony Crowley. You know what to do, do it with style.

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[demonicmiracle]

Mm, well, I'll be here as long as you need.

[If that turns out to be a few days, he can make it work. Aziraphale won't mind if he needs to prioritize Martin for a little while, and Crowley would rather not leave him alone if he's feeling fragile.]

Want to talk about it, or would you prefer a distraction?

[buffeted]

[ he's quiet for a few moments as he drains the glass and pushes it away on the side of the tub. he strokes fingers over the back of crowley's hand then, petting absently at the skin, trailing across his knuckles. ]

I.. I guess I'm just.. disappointed. We talked, we were going to try to make some kind of life here, since we won't get that at home. He.. [ he trails off, swallowing. ] I love him, and I-- I know how hard it is for him to ignore the Eye, but sometimes I.. it's hard to accept that Jon's always going to give in.

[ it's an incredibly powerful eldritch monster, and martin and jon are just humans. jon can't help it, and fighting it takes so much out of him, and martin knows that, but it doesn't make it any easier. ]

[demonicmiracle]

[He allows Martin his silence, waiting for him to work out what he wants to say about this, and managing to swallow a sigh when the answer comes.]

How much leeway does he get? This — [He lets out a breath, a warm breath of air against the back of Martin's neck.] It's not as if Dorian showed up, force fed him a Statement. Seems like Jon agreed to meet him there, he had plenty of time to tell you. He's not an animal with no self-control, he's gotta be responsible for this shit.

[buffeted]

I-- I don't know, [ he admits quietly, distressed. ] I feel like he wasn't this bad at home, but-- but he's been here longer, and he's further along in time than I am, too.

[ he glances down at the surface of the water, trailing fingers through it with a shaky sigh. ]

I know how hungry I am, and the Lonely and the Eye don't feed the same way. What if I'm asking too much? I-- [ he rubs both hands over his face, wilting sadly back against crowley. ] I'm so.. terrible at relationships.

[demonicmiracle]

Martin. [That firmer tone again, he finds it useful when the other man starts floundering and getting lost in his own thoughts.] You've not asked him not to feed himself, you've asked him to keep a promise. And he couldn't do that for you.

[It's a question of respect, in his mind.]

This isn't you. We manage alright, don't we?

[They aren't dating, but it's a relationship, and they're respectful of each other's wishes and boundaries. And he's a demon, for fuck's sake.]