He can feel the slight pressure of Crowley's head, resting on one side of the tied hair trailing down into his shirt, warm and heavy. He hadn't thought Crowley could do this. And it must be costing him dearly to do so.
If morning comes and they're still arranged this way, he won't be sitting up to read.
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Date: 2009-08-25 10:16 pm (UTC)If morning comes and they're still arranged this way, he won't be sitting up to read.