[ When he asks you not to twist his words but word twisting and reading into things are two of your oldest life skills. Unfortunate.
He probably shouldn't have followed Crowley in here at all. Waste of Crowley's limited energy, which Crowley is already using up. Too much still unsettled and volatile, should have gone and collected himself properly. Hindsight, or so they say. ]
Yes, well, I'm not good at these things, Crowley. [ Mild understatement for admitting to something after thousands of years. But ok. ] I don't, I don't-- handle them well. But there's--
[ He would make a vague gesture, except he can't come up with a gesture to make. He is in fact just standing there, arguing with the non-Crowley space in front of him. Possibly their only worse reasoning state would have been having this conversation while they were both exhausted. ]
If we're miserable at both ends, then there must be some point in the middle where we're at least slightly less miserable. And I can look for that point if I know it needs looking for. That's what I mean.
[ Although he supposes Crowley not being able to hide being upset about his wanting to step away was as good an indicator on this front as anything else.
Hobbies: following weakened friends into the kitchen and shouting at them moments after they let him compel forth their secrets to feed to an Entity. Phrasing the concept of finding a compromise like it requires a Da Vinci Code quest, because he's not entirely sure what the middle ground he's talking about looks like.
But he can manage that much in this post-everything-going-out-the-window economy, surely. ]
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He probably shouldn't have followed Crowley in here at all. Waste of Crowley's limited energy, which Crowley is already using up. Too much still unsettled and volatile, should have gone and collected himself properly. Hindsight, or so they say. ]
Yes, well, I'm not good at these things, Crowley. [ Mild understatement for admitting to something after thousands of years. But ok. ] I don't, I don't-- handle them well. But there's--
[ He would make a vague gesture, except he can't come up with a gesture to make. He is in fact just standing there, arguing with the non-Crowley space in front of him. Possibly their only worse reasoning state would have been having this conversation while they were both exhausted. ]
If we're miserable at both ends, then there must be some point in the middle where we're at least slightly less miserable. And I can look for that point if I know it needs looking for. That's what I mean.
[ Although he supposes Crowley not being able to hide being upset about his wanting to step away was as good an indicator on this front as anything else.
Hobbies: following weakened friends into the kitchen and shouting at them moments after they let him compel forth their secrets to feed to an Entity. Phrasing the concept of finding a compromise like it requires a Da Vinci Code quest, because he's not entirely sure what the middle ground he's talking about looks like.
But he can manage that much in this post-everything-going-out-the-window economy, surely. ]