He crosses carefully to the other side of the couch to sit down, his head angled slightly toward Crowley. He picks up his cup again, curling his hands around it as though it helps to root him to the spot. Another sip, and his eyes slip momentarily closed in apparent pleasure.
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Date: 2009-08-11 01:58 am (UTC)