He left Crowley to get comfortable, bustling about the kitchenette in a ball of anxious energy. Putting the decanter and brandy glasses on the tea tray with a couple of mugs and the teapot and sugar bowl before bringing them all to sit on the coffee table in front of him. He could hear the small reptile cooing and reassuring him as he neared, the words sending another small spike of pain through his chest. Simply the mere thought that he had to "earn" safety and freedom from emotional turmoil was too much, far, far too much.
"Here you are. Drink your fill, my dear. I know you don't normally take milk with your tea when you drink it, but if you change your mind, let me know and I can find you some." He straightened, fidgeting for just a moment as he tried to decide what his next course of action should be, and then...and then he smiled, false brightness as he glanced at the phone on the counter. "I know! I can order take away for you! What do you say to something from that Thai place around the corner? Oh, I hope they aren't closed for the evening!"
He darted over before Crowley could even answer, lifting the receiver off of the hook and dialing a familiar number.
It rang once, twice, three times before he began tapping trembling fingers against the counter, and then one more ring just for good measure before the sound of the line being picked up cut it off short. There was the sound of rustling, fabric jostling and an irritable groan, before the sound of a beloved, tetchy voice croaked out through the line.
"Mmnnnghwhat?" He froze, every muscle in his body tightening in shock, and he couldn't manage to react for a very long moment. "...Angel? Please tell me you meant to call...I don't want to have been woken up by you butt-dialing on a rotary-phone. Only you would figure out how to butt-dial on a rotary phone-"
"Oh, dear me, I'm sorry, Crowley, they do appear to be closed, now. I've simply reached their ansaphone, silly me. Ah well, maybe later. We should be fine for now, I suppose. No reason to make any fuss." The groggy voice on the other line barked out in sudden confusion as he slammed the phone back down, and by God, he hoped he'd gotten the hint. At least give him some time to get things settled before he barged in - and oh, he knew he was going to be barging through that door sooner or later, now - and made the fragile situation worse then it already was.
Turning back, he smiled again, trying very hard to hide the sheer, confused panic that he'd managed to cause in himself in one single minute. He should sit down, yes. In his chair, where he always sat. Pour himself a cup of tea, that would help sooth his nerves while he tried to make sense of what was happening, of the traumatized demon and his companion in front of him. Smiled up at them again, clutching his cup tightly in his hands to try and stop his hands from shaking. Either this was a very well-constructed ruse, or something was happening that defied everything he knew about the way Creation worked, and he sincerely did not want to believe that the Crowley in front of him was lying.
"There, now. Settled in? Are you feeling a bit better, my dear?"
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"Here you are. Drink your fill, my dear. I know you don't normally take milk with your tea when you drink it, but if you change your mind, let me know and I can find you some." He straightened, fidgeting for just a moment as he tried to decide what his next course of action should be, and then...and then he smiled, false brightness as he glanced at the phone on the counter. "I know! I can order take away for you! What do you say to something from that Thai place around the corner? Oh, I hope they aren't closed for the evening!"
He darted over before Crowley could even answer, lifting the receiver off of the hook and dialing a familiar number.
It rang once, twice, three times before he began tapping trembling fingers against the counter, and then one more ring just for good measure before the sound of the line being picked up cut it off short. There was the sound of rustling, fabric jostling and an irritable groan, before the sound of a beloved, tetchy voice croaked out through the line.
"Mmnnnghwhat?" He froze, every muscle in his body tightening in shock, and he couldn't manage to react for a very long moment. "...Angel? Please tell me you meant to call...I don't want to have been woken up by you butt-dialing on a rotary-phone. Only you would figure out how to butt-dial on a rotary phone-"
"Oh, dear me, I'm sorry, Crowley, they do appear to be closed, now. I've simply reached their ansaphone, silly me. Ah well, maybe later. We should be fine for now, I suppose. No reason to make any fuss." The groggy voice on the other line barked out in sudden confusion as he slammed the phone back down, and by God, he hoped he'd gotten the hint. At least give him some time to get things settled before he barged in - and oh, he knew he was going to be barging through that door sooner or later, now - and made the fragile situation worse then it already was.
Turning back, he smiled again, trying very hard to hide the sheer, confused panic that he'd managed to cause in himself in one single minute. He should sit down, yes. In his chair, where he always sat. Pour himself a cup of tea, that would help sooth his nerves while he tried to make sense of what was happening, of the traumatized demon and his companion in front of him. Smiled up at them again, clutching his cup tightly in his hands to try and stop his hands from shaking. Either this was a very well-constructed ruse, or something was happening that defied everything he knew about the way Creation worked, and he sincerely did not want to believe that the Crowley in front of him was lying.
"There, now. Settled in? Are you feeling a bit better, my dear?"