If Crowley's fucked, then Blake's fucked too. And he knows it. Honestly, he's felt it more and more as of late, but it's not a new concept at all. Maybe Crowley's slow to pick it up, or maybe he's just better at pretending. Either way, the two of them have found so many ways to wrap themselves up in each other, it's probably pretty hard to see where one begins and the other ends.

"Even if I'm not much of a bath person, I'm glad to be here, too." And he's got no trouble admitting that, even if it's an obvious sign of his affection.

He leans forward some and tries to glance back over his shoulder. "But I wouldn't mind switchin' places. I'm not the only one that can get tense."