[She doesn't think it was Jon, but then, she doesn't know what she thinks. She's not mad at him, at least, not really. Later, when things are more clear, she'll be upset about the question he asked her: about what she fears. But there's too much to process at the moment; it all has to sort it out. All she knows right now is that she can't trust herself.
What waits for her in the loneliness of her apartment is too much.]
May I stay with you, if it isn't too much trouble?
[There's a split second temptation to say no, to wash his hands off this mess, but even he can't be that cruel.]
It's no trouble.
[He finally looks at Jon for more than a second, not bothering to hide the cold disdain that he's feeling towards the man right now. Crowley casts a glance over him, as if weighing him up, deciding what to do with him. It'd be easy as anything to leave him here, force him to walk home alone, but in the end, his care for Martin's feelings win out. It's kinder to him to send Jon back to the Institute, which is the only reason that Crowley snaps his fingers to do just that.
And then he snaps again, taking himself and Agnes to his apartment.]
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What waits for her in the loneliness of her apartment is too much.]
May I stay with you, if it isn't too much trouble?
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It's no trouble.
[He finally looks at Jon for more than a second, not bothering to hide the cold disdain that he's feeling towards the man right now. Crowley casts a glance over him, as if weighing him up, deciding what to do with him. It'd be easy as anything to leave him here, force him to walk home alone, but in the end, his care for Martin's feelings win out. It's kinder to him to send Jon back to the Institute, which is the only reason that Crowley snaps his fingers to do just that.
And then he snaps again, taking himself and Agnes to his apartment.]