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Who: Crowley and Faye
What: Getting answers
When: Today!
Where: Let's say Faye's room
Rating: We'll go with PG13 for now.

Crowley had been trying to get the truth out of Faye's attacker from her since he found her in the infirmary. As was typical of the woman, she evaded his questions at every opportunity and was always conveniently 'away'. He didn't get it, it was like she was trying to protect whoever it was or something.

...Which knowing the circles Faye often found herself in didn't surprise him at all. Still, Crowley was annoyed and this person, well, he needed to have words with them about proper conduct around people the demon considered 'his'.

And so, he came to her room in the wee small hours of the morning, when he assumed she'd be asleep. It was too late for the bars to be open, but too early for the sun to be up. Perfect timing to catch her, really. He hoped.

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"I prefer black knight to be honest," the demon replies. "You can get away with things like pushing people off the roof and such if you're a black knight."

"And then they come back, and the problem just gets bigger. We're all stuck in the same little cage, remember?"

She paused to take another drink--a small measure to try and quell some of the... everything. Nerves and anger and annoyance...

"So, it stays my problem, okay?"

Crowley rolled his eyes behind his shades, sitting back on his chair, staring at the ceiling.

"And one day your problem will make you dead," he replied. "You can't just keep living in your own little space bubble."

"That's just the problem," she mumbled toward the bottle in her hands. "If I could stay in my own little space bubble, I'd be fine."

And then she sighed, and used the bottle to gesture with.

"What good would you getting involved really do, huh?"

Crowley shrugged, folding his arms, trying to hold his ground here.

"Well for a start, I can stop it from happening again."

She matched the gesture, despite the bottle in her hands.

"Oh yeah? How?"

"I..."

Crowley paused, frowned. He wasn't sure. After all, Faye had a habit of getting into trouble. A lot. And bar from watching her for twenty four seven, which wouldn't go down well, there was nothing he could really do.

"You'd rather just risk your life again?"

Yeah, that's what she thought. And the reality of it makes her shoulders slump, leaning back against the headboard.

"'Again?' ...Have I ever stopped?"

"No, and I doubt you ever will."

He sighed, taking stock of the situation before speaking again.

"It'll make me feel better. Knowing."

It wasn't that she didn't trust him...

...No, okay. Maybe that was exactly it. But it wasn't anything personal. She still trusted him more than pretty much anyone else she knew, but... still.

Her eyes narrow just a little.

"Why?"

Crowley took a while to reply. After all, explaining feelings was not his forte, nor would it ever be. Eventually, he settled for:

"So I know who might try it again, better to know your enemy, and all that."

"You going to turn into a stalker? Start covering your walls in newspaper clippings and invest in a pair of binoculars?"

...Mostly delaying while she tried to see if she could even get herself to swallow the thought of Crowley knowing who it was.

Crowley chuckles a little at that mental image.

"I think that would be over-stepping my OCD room just a little, Valentine."

He knows only too well that she's stalling, but he allows it.

She breathed a heavier sigh and drooped, sprawling out to the side until she was stretched out on her back, one arm flopped over her eyes. Still hanging onto that bottle with the other, of course.

It was either a sign of her starting to buckle under the idea of maybe telling him... or it was an attempt to really thoroughly ignore it until he hopefully gave up and dropped it.

Either way, she was still stalling.

"I could see it happening. It's not like you couldn't use a hobby."

With Faye, it could always go one way or the other, and it was no use pushing her until she came to the decision on her own, so Crowley left it be, for the time being.

"I have plenty of hobbies. Drinking is a hobby."

"You should stick to drinking, then. You're good at that.

Staring up through the ceiling, the life seemed to drain out of her a little bit. She was trying to picture it--Crowley finding out, and all the horrible things that could happen because of it.

"...Because there's nothing you can do in this case. Trust me."

"You don't know that for sure, yet," said Crowley.

Still, he sighed, lighting himself a new cigarette.

"Fine. Don't tell me if you don't want to. If you're that set on your own self destruction."

She matched his sigh and glares at the ceiling. At least she wasn't facing off with him directly anymore, though. This whole thing had her too tired for it.

"I do know that for sure, don't you get it?"

The arm over her eyes lifted so she could rub her face, comb her fingers roughly into her hair and just leave them there.

"...If I thought you could actually do something... But, in this case, you can't."

"I'd love to know how you've figured out the demon who can later reality can't do anything."

Crowley shook his head, got to his feet and with a wave of his hand, the door unlocked.

"But fine. I'm tired of playing this game."

The sound of the clicking lock got her to quit moping and sit up, at least. Somehow, she hadn't expected that.

"...Are you leaving?"

"We're just going round in circles, Faye," the demon replied, pausing to look at her over his shoulder. "It's obvious you don't want to tell me, and I'm done pushing."

"Hang on--"

Well... she hadn't realized how much she didn't want him to leave, didn't want to be left alone, until right then. She's trying to get him to stay before she really understands why or decides whether it's a good idea or not.

"Hang on a minute, alright?"

Crowley pauses, one hand reaching to the door knob, before turning to face her.

"Why? Because you don't want to spend you evening in misery, but it's okay for me to have to sit here and know there's nothing I can do about it? Because that's not a fair game to play, Faye."

She frowned, defensive because he's right. Really, someone being right about something could be considered one of her pet peeves. But she couldn't hold the annoyance for more than a moment, before the rest started to crack through.

"...Just shut up and come here, okay?"

She didn't mean for it to sound like such a plea... but it was. And there was some resignation there too--she's ready to give him something.

He looked at the door, almost considering just walking through it. But he knew, deep down, that action would do more than end the conversation. It would do the sort of damage neither of them could repair, and he wasn't willing to face that.

So, with a frustrated sigh, he turned and walked backed towards her.

"If I wasn't immortal I'm sure you would have killed me by now."