Accidental or not, he takes Crowley's hand since it's fallen so neatly into his own. The jeep shifts smoothly into park anyway, but the engine still hums, the heat still roars out at them, and the headlamps still peer into a pitifully small area in front.
The angel gives Crowley's hand a small squeeze.
"Perhaps we could see more clearly if we, er. Turned those off?" He nods at the lights in front.
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Date: 2008-12-02 01:05 am (UTC)The angel gives Crowley's hand a small squeeze.
"Perhaps we could see more clearly if we, er. Turned those off?" He nods at the lights in front.