[Crowley stops, shoes scuffing the metal surface of the floor. He remains there for a moment, body tense. His hands clench and unclench for a minute. He doesn't turn around, but he does look over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. ]
Why?
[A thousand questions in one. Why dredge things like this up? Why probe and try to make it worse? Why does he want that very carefully restrained part of him out at all? But the more prevalent why is the simplest. Why should he wait? ]
no subject
Why?
[A thousand questions in one. Why dredge things like this up? Why probe and try to make it worse? Why does he want that very carefully restrained part of him out at all? But the more prevalent why is the simplest. Why should he wait? ]