[Crowley isn't the sort of person usually found dispensing advice. He is definitely not the sort of person usually found dispensing good advice. This time appears to be an exception, and he has no idea why he follows her except that somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice (with dark hair and blue eyes) tells him that he probably should.
So she doesn't end up walking into the lake and drowning herself or something.
She's crying when he catches up to her, and he closes the door, dulling the music and chatter that still reaches them down to a muffled hum. He reaches inside a pocket for a cigarette and lights it before he joins her, standing a few feet away.
After a few moments, from another pocket, he produces a handkerchief (monogrammed 'A J C') and offers it to her without comment.]
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So she doesn't end up walking into the lake and drowning herself or something.
She's crying when he catches up to her, and he closes the door, dulling the music and chatter that still reaches them down to a muffled hum. He reaches inside a pocket for a cigarette and lights it before he joins her, standing a few feet away.
After a few moments, from another pocket, he produces a handkerchief (monogrammed 'A J C') and offers it to her without comment.]