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Bobby woke up to the feel of fingers drifting lightly over his face.
He blinked his eyes open, looking at the demon leaning over him. Crowley's eyes were open but unseeing, the whiteness of them stark against his skin. Bobby found himself marveling at the changes in the demon over the past year. He was leaner and more fit, his skin tanned from hours spent outside. And stronger too, though his touch was feathery soft.
Bobby smiled slightly, watching as Crowley leaned closer, his fingers drifting over his chin and along his neck. The demon was humming softly as he explored the hunter's face. After a moment, he paused, head tilting in an admittedly adorable way. His hand dropped to Bobby's shoulder, his mouth opening but before he could say anything Bobby beat him to it.
“Idjit,” he said, his voice soft with something he refused to admit was fondness.
Crowley smiled, leaning back on his heels. “Only you could make that sound like a term of endearment.”
Bobby rolled his eyes and raised an arm to slip it behind his head. “Sure about that?” he grumbled and Crowley smiled. “What were you doing anyway?”
The demon's smile faded. “Refreshing my memory,” he said quietly.
Not knowing what to say, Bobby just looked at him and after a moment Crowley continued in a low, faltering voice.
“Sometimes … sometimes I'm not sure I remember what you look like. Exactly. I mean, I remember but ...”
“Hey.” Bobby cut him off. “Does it matter?”
“I … no, I suppose it doesn't.” He stretched out next to the other man, his head resting on Bobby's chest. Idly he stroked the other's chest. “What color are your eyes?” he asked after a long silence.
Bobby chuckled. “Whatever color you want them to be.”
Crowley made a sound deep in his throat and Bobby frowned. “Within reason,” he added sternly and Crowley's laughter filled the room.
