[ Crowley knocks loud and fast on Blake's door. He's just come from the library where there's a rather interesting ghostly image of them canoodling and he's not quite sure how to take it.
For one thing, when he said he liked Blake, he pictured heated fucking and otherwise their usual prickly, yet enjoyable friendship, not... not that. He's at least moderately sure that he doesn't want whatever that was with anyway.
And for another, he can already tell that he's going to get blamed for this and as usual, he didn't do it. ]
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For one thing, when he said he liked Blake, he pictured heated fucking and otherwise their usual prickly, yet enjoyable friendship, not... not that. He's at least moderately sure that he doesn't want whatever that was with anyway.
And for another, he can already tell that he's going to get blamed for this and as usual, he didn't do it. ]