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[Crowley appears on the Plane in his usual suit-and-tie, holding the apparently shattered remains of his sunglasses. There's a cut along his right temple oozing blood, and he smells and looks as though someone's poured cheap beer on him. He's just sort of staring down at his glasses, snake eyes blinking with unnatural infrequency, looking irked.]

...wasn't even trying for a riot this time. Here I thought Manchester might even pull this one out.

[He sighs and snaps his fingers, intending on repairing the busted set of sunglasses. Instead, a new pair appear on his face seemingly out of thin air. He is startled, to say the least, dropping the old pair to the ground.]

How— But— Did I...?

[Slowly a grin spreads across his face, and he starts laughing.]

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[Crowley leans forward in the chair and rests his elbows on his knees]

...no. There was nothing between us.

Which means he's going to think I've led him along, or— [he sighs and runs a hand through his hair]

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[...dah, he can't stay mad. He sits back down on the arm of the chair.]

It... It's not as though you tried to.

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Mm. I don't imagine people in that sort of position care much whether it was intentional or not.

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I suppose not. [He takes Crowley's chin and turns the demon's face so Crowley's looking up at him.] Would you rather it hadn't happened?

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[An eyebrow cocks, and he smirks]

What, is this a trick question?

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[He kisses Crowley's forehead.] Well, I certainly didn't think so.

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[He chuckles and drags the angel down by the front of his shirt for a proper kiss]

I'll sort it out. I promise.

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[Mmpghle. He's surprised, but he certainly doesn't mind it.]

I believe you.

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[Crowley sighs, now that that's all sorted out, and leans back in the chair again with his hand on the angel's back.]

My flight back to London leaves in a few hours. I doubt I'll make it back at any sort of decent hour for dinner.

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[._.;] We didn't have plans, did we? I've been so distracted--

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No, I meant—

[frown]

Distracted? Look, I've been meaning to take care of it—

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No, not about that, it's fine. [FLAILING FOR A TOPIC CHANGE]

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[eyebrow]

Angel?

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[His smile says PLEASE DON'T ASK.] You know how things are for me.

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[Crowley...can't think of anything to say to that. He just looks away, a little guiltily.]

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[ldjkjfd] Crowley, it's all right, really.

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Right.

[He stands, straightening his suit, and discreetly looks around for a second before giving the angel a peck on the cheek.]

Suppose I should be getting back, then, so I can catch that flight.

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[fljsdjf WHAT DID HE DO NOW?]

All right. Er. Good luck.

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[....]

[He holds where he is for now]

It's not you, angel. I just—the sooner our realities finish merging the better.

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[...Gah, here we go again.] I thought we said we were going to discuss that.

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What is there to discuss? If it'll get you out of the bloody Apocalypse...

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It won't! It will get you into it!

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It'll give you a chance at a normal life, angel! That's worth a few more things going pear-shaped in my reality. It's not as if I'm not used to it by this point.

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I'm used to it as well. I never expected things to change. I... [GAH THIS IS FRUSTRATING.] What has changed is already more than I could have asked.

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...you're prepared to stay away from me, then? We'll have to start seeing less of each other, or our realities will keep at it regardless.