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[ he offers a small smile as thanks, grateful that crowley's staying even if the gratitude feels a little distant right now. maybe the other man's right. maybe he just needs a long bath and to get a little bit drunk. maybe he'll feel more like himself again afterward.

he turns to head toward the bathroom, stripping his clothes off once he gets there and starts the water. it's not.. terrible, is it? that jon was with dorian. jon has his own life, martin shouldn't be trying to control it. but he had asked him not to meet with him like that without talking about it first, like jon had asked martin not to.. give himself to people intending to hurt him.

is it the same thing? is it fair for martin to be upset with jon? his head hurts thinking about it, so he just.. doesn't, pushing it away again as he slides into the nearly scalding bath. ]

[He ends up summoning one of the bottles of whiskey from his own apartment, making a highball because he highly doubts that Martin is going to enjoy drinking it straight.

When he finds Martin in the bathroom, there's a glass in his hand and he's shed his jacket, sunglasses and boots and socks, making himself look a bit softer.]

Made you a whiskey highball, it's a strong one. [He stops at the back of the sunken tub, crouching down by Martin's shoulder, and holding out the glass.] Want some company in there or nah?

[ his curls are damp, and the water smells like lavender from the little bath bomb he'd dropped into it. he tips his head back as crowley joins him, smile just a little stronger than it was before, and lifts his arm from the bath to take the glass.

the question makes him pause to consider it, trying to give it due thought. but honestly, even at his worst, he doesn't mind being touched by crowley, and this isn't.. what happened with jon. so finally he nods, sliding forward in the bath to give crowley room. ]

.. Thank you. For.. everything you do for me. [ he takes a careful sip of the drink, grateful for the burn of the alcohol, hopeful it will help him relax. ] This is good.

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[By the time he slides into the bath, his clothes have disappeared without him having taken off a single item, his hair pulled up into a bun on top of his head so it doesn't get wet. He tucks himself behind Martin, arms loose around his chest.

He swallows down the instinct to balk at the thanks, knowing it isn't helpful right now.]

S'alright, I don't mind doing it, and you've done plenty for me.

[Almost exactly this, even.]

[ when crowley settles, martin eases back into him, leaning his head against his shoulder and resting the glass on the side of the tub. he.. has done something a little like this for crowley before, hasn't he? he hadn't forgotten, it was just.. so easy to support him, to be there for him, and somehow, he always thinks it's so much harder for people to do the same for him.

but it's like crowley's told him, isn't it? he wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be.

he nods slightly against the other man's shoulder eventually, his other hand slipping from the water to curl over one of crowley's, thumb stroking his knuckles. ] Still, I-- It's just.. really nice to have you here.

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?

[ 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. ]

[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.

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.

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.]

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