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He must keep busy, must keep going. He’s always complained about Crowley going too fast for him, always. But now, if he slows down, if he stops, his mind trails back to Crowley. The last time he saw him; watching him as he enters the lift. He remembers the way his mouth felt pressed against his own, of his teeth snagging his bottom lip leaving it swollen. He remembers how it felt, that for just that moment, he held Crowley close and kissed him back. He remembers how Crowley pulled away from him and walked away. He can’t forgive himself.