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For once, Crowley's actually thankful to show up in murder village. It's quiet enough that it must be one of those between times and that's just fine with him, because that means Blake is around here somewhere and they can have that conversation that Blake seems intent on avoiding.

When he does happen on Blake, he puts on a big, fake smile, because it's never in his favor to wear his heart on his sleeve, shriveled as it is.

"There you are, darling!"

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Crowley's arms tighten, possessive more in a way that wants to protect more than merely claim. Blake is his. He has been for a while now and Crowley takes care of what is his. He's already watched one lover self-destruct and he's not interested in doing that again if he can help it.

"You're worth the trouble." His voice is practically a whisper, warm and free of its usual bravado. "For the record, you always have been."

It's not that Crowley isn't a fighter, but when it comes down to brass tacks, he tends to go for the easy, survivable route. Becoming King was never a risky jump, but a slowly climbed mountain. He can't say the same about Blake. Crowley's been taking leaps for him for a long time now.

He still remembers their first kiss--the real one, not anything associated with that sordid rooftop. There'd been a joke to it that he'd offered a kiss in lieu of the memory of one, but even then he hadn't really known how Blake would respond and he'd done it more for himself than for Blake.

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It certainly hadn't gone well, that first kiss. And the second had been on John's terms after a lot of work on Crowley's part.

That's part of the problem, right? Crowley's just been so damn good for Blake and to Blake. Good in general. He's been helpful and shockingly caring, and while it's all a bit self-serving, he's not the first or the last person to do good with himself in mind. Sometimes it makes sense to do the selfish thing when it's also the right thing.

He curls around the contact, rests on Crowley's lap, and even if he doesn't have anything to say, he's glad for the security his demon provides.

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Crowley doesn't mind the quiet, because Blake says a lot in his actions sometimes and it's more than enough right now. He shifts to best accommodate Blake, one hand going to Blake's hair to comb through it gently.

Giving comfort isn't natural for him and it isn't easy, but it's not that steep a challenge when it's for Blake. That he cares for Blake is beyond doubt. He'd admitted as much to Claire. Blake matters. He's an important part of Crowley's life now and that's not something Crowley could just walk away from without a fight.