( she finds him in the kitchen, almost amused at the fight of him slumped over. her steps are quiet as she walks around the kitchen, looking through his cupboards to see if he has any tea before settling for a glass of water.
catching sight of the coffee on the table she steps over to it, placing her hand on the pot to reheat it.
she could leave, strong enough to get herself home but she's grateful to him. he didn't need to stay, he didn't need to get her somewhere safe or try and restore her strength. but he had. so, sliding his cup over, picking her own glass up she leans against the table, voice quiet-- )
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catching sight of the coffee on the table she steps over to it, placing her hand on the pot to reheat it.
she could leave, strong enough to get herself home but she's grateful to him. he didn't need to stay, he didn't need to get her somewhere safe or try and restore her strength. but he had. so, sliding his cup over, picking her own glass up she leans against the table, voice quiet-- )
Crowley.